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 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
bones
I put my trembling

hand in hers

when I was four

and twenty years

now twenty more

are come and gone

and yet my trembling

carries on

for different reasons

though I don't

remember when

those reasons changed

and all I have

is foolish hope

that one day they may

change again ....
Your tears taste like vinegar;
bitter, angry, unforgiving.
Stare into the fire,
the dancing flame,
the warmth on chilled skin.
Reach out for it,
but never touch.
How did I become such a monster?
I didn't meet her until
the day she died.
I never understood:
This was living;
damaged, empty, alone,
but this was living.
No one goes undamaged
I've had time
to look around
at all the folks I've met

Searching for the perfect
And I haven't found one
like
me
yet
Nobody's Perfect.....
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
irinia
There flows between us on the terrace
an underwater light that distorts
the profile of the hills and even your face.
Every gesture of yours, cut from you,
looms on an elusive background; enters without wake,
and vanishes, in the midst of what drowns
every furrow, and closes over your passage:
you here, with me, in this air that descends
to seal
the torpor of boulders.
And I flow
into the power that weighs around me,
into the spell of no longer recognising
anything of myself beyond myself; if I only
raise my arm, I perform the action
otherwise, a crystal is shattered there,
its memory pallid forgotten, and already
the gesture no longer belongs to me;
if I speak, I hear this voice astonished,
descend to its remotest scale,
or die in the unsupportive air.

In such moments that resist to the last
dissolution of day
bewilderment endures: then a gust
rouses the valleys in frenetic
motion, draws from the leaves a ringing
sound that disperses
through fleeting smoke, and first light
outlines the dockyards.

…words
fall weightless between us. I look at you
in the soft reverberation. I do not know
if I know you; I know I was never as divided
from you as now in this late
return. A few moments have consumed
us whole: except two faces, two
strained masks, etched
in a smile.

**Eugenio Montale
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
Poetic T
I need to hunt
To make me  whole again,
I peel there skin like parchment
To write my pain on
Then sow to my parts rotted away.

I was once of the light,
Now I am decay.

I touch those I deem unworthy
Of life,
Of freedom,
That only deserve decay,
They become my soldiers,
The departed ones.

My rag and bone men
They hunt the night,
To find those of poor souls
They will be the givers
That keep my decay at bay.

Beware the angel of Decay,
For you may be a rag and bone
Till you collapse in decay.

Beware your life,
Live it in
Sin,
Takers of life,
Worshipers of darkness
Yours will be mine.

For you may be choose as
The flesh sewed on
Parchment of torment
Keeping my decay
For eternity at bay.
the very same
moon
that friends Facebook photo send
from across the other side of the world?

startled awake at 3am,
the shining path beckons,
highlights my face,
thru sliding door windows

can it be my oldest companion
has returned?

"once more, I beseech,
journey to the beach,
walk upon our water, follow me,
silver warmth, guiding lights,
to the treasures of the night skies,
I am your obedient servant,
for you have mastered me,
come, go, world over,
it's been so long
since we flew, together"

"cannot, reply, I am older,
no longer bolder,
needed here, where,
the so, so many children sleep near,
and the one I promised to outlive,
and they need me, by and by"


"but so far friend,
have I travailed and traveled,
just to be with my sweet adulator,
even tho a celestial orb,
poet, I have, as well, moon needs"

"will rise up, press my eyes to the glass,
oh moon, old friend,
when I think glory and eternity,
you are permanent pressed upon my eyesight

soon enough,
will come looking for thee,
when I need not just think of glory and eternity,
the moment when the time arrives to spend eternity with you
forever patiently walking to greet you,
on the path you provide so gloriously"


I am your moon.
patience, I ken,
eons, meaningless.

I await you.

~~~
August 27 - 28, 2015
~~~~~
a true, continuing story, see below..
~~~

June 23rd, 2013
3:00am

A Super Love Moon Poem: If you were beside me

Two year and two months ago, the Super Moon filled the night and I wrote:

If you were beside me,
You would believe the unbelievable,
The Super Moon fills our bedroom cup with whiteness,
Light, a sky-delivered invitation to walk on the water
Upon a path illuminated that commences at the dock

If you were bestride me,
You would feel the majesty of
Our union in a new light, bathed in
Sweat and glory of nature's triumphant
Marking our bed and home, its nestled place in nature

Alas! Your potpourri of sleep noises,
The purring, the little yells, dream induced,
Signals that tho beside me, you are somewhere else.
The Super Moon, disappointed, has marked your card,
Marked it absent, but marked me, your lover~brother in arms,
Tasked, incised, upon my body, your homework assignment!

Moon:
Gaze upon his eyes when you rise,
Touched and filled with the history of your lover's
Encounter with the Man in the Moon this evening,
Study it well, memorize, these words, I have
Inscribed thereupon for you to read

When you next intimate, I will be there,
Whether in these words or his eyes,
No need to estimate my light,
It's safe, stored, so that the dawn's plight,
Vain attempts to compete the daylight,
All will fail,
For I am, you are,
the moonlight unhid, in his eyes
You're not gonna find it in a few hundred text messages,
Or on the phone singing sweet songs you've written from your head,
I know it's hard, to be alone.
To take months of nights and sleep on your own,

But there's nothing worse than tricking yourself into think you've got the best when you've haven't met it yet.

You can put new faces on the bodies of ghosts and lay in bed like you've got what it takes,
To make amends with the beat in your chest,
Not think about all the mistakes that you've made.

Cover up the scars with tattoos,
Horseshoe giving all its luck to you,
Deep down you know it's not true,
Fall for the boys with same **** attitude.

Nobody can find you if you're blending right in,
Always laughing at the bad jokes,
Always trying to make a win.
You're a cheap trick always down for the sin,
But they don't know just where you've been.

Take them home into your unwashed sheets,
Fall under facade and fill your needs.
your laughter bursts through
all my insecurities

your smile reminds me why
I love you

my heart laughs with you
for my wife
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
bones
Moonbeams tread softly

on shining wire   

death waits

haunting shadow

hoping for cloud

and an unfortunate sole

to step forward..
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