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 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
Speak softly,
 The words that leave your mouth
  Gently enter my soul
   Leaving their mark
    In the absence

Speak loudly,
 I hear them
  Laughing, crying, singing
   Dancing in my heart
    Loving

Speak surely,
 So that I have no doubt
  When you’re gone
   When I’m alone
    When you’re in love

Speak beautifully,
 To remain true
  To remain pure
   To remain independent
    To remain you

Speak poetically,
 So I remain me
  For before I met you
   I didn’t have words

Speak honestly,
 And I will stay
  Even when it hurts
   Even when the words sting
    To give you my heart
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Rancel
"What is the reason you love me this much?".She asked,
"You". I answered.
For My Sofie
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
Eros
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
I had a dream, that you laid still
As I wrapped your naked flesh
In elegant red silk

The color of my desire
Plastered onto you
Like the exalted paintings
Of the Sistine Chapel

Goddess of love
I call your name
Eros!
And carve your name into my flesh

Intoxicated by your body
I can't abide my thirst
I rest in the caress of your destructive flesh
Gone forever

Now I linger
In decrepit brothels
Searching for you, Eros
But poor beggars and cheap swill await
I find myself, chocking on their perfume

I'll dream of you
Imagining a lucid night
Sinking into your flesh
The canals of glorious Venice
Magnanimous beauty
I'm your hostage
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
I weep at the ruins of my sanctuary
The possibility of loves remains
Scattered, ashen bones
That which held the heart
Securely
Blown away by the wind
Ravaged by kerosene flames

The feelings of those
Destined to lose
The halls of my sanctuary
The painting now warped
Acrylic melting off the canvases
Impeccable of expressions
Now a pile of dust
My heart still beating,
I await the knife

The gardens of my sanctuary
Overgrown with weeds
Unkempt grounds
With broken statues lining the fountains
Where once baptismal fonts filled with holy water
Now lie with acidic libations
They burn my flesh
My sanctuary is gone
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
A poem is a testament to my soul
Words that mean nothing

Composed with sincerity and love
Things that I can hardly grasp
Yet I try to express them with my
Limited vocabulary
Yet I know in my heart
At least one person knows my joy
Knows my happiness
Knows why I suffer so much
From abandonment
From the truth of beauty
I can't break away from the people who put me down
They strengthen me with their insults
I rearrange my priorities
And instill a sense of wonder


When I look to the mountains for guidance
I see snow covered tops
Filled with tears as the seasons change
Breeding life a new
Just as I reach a depth of despair
Staring from the valley below
I might never reach the top
to play in the snow
to hold the coldness in my hands
but I hope to grasp at least the words it lends my ears
Wind howling through the saplings
You soothe me
You make me realize my inadequacy
and you make me crave for more
Lustfully, beautifully, intelligently
I thank you,
As you watch the leaves of your tree
Fall and decompose this autumn
to feed the parched soil of my heart.
My ode to the absurd
 Jun 2016 Joe Nemec
Nick Huber
Dissolve me
With a soft kiss
On these hardened lips
That have been betrayed time and time

Return me
To a place without time
That I cannot reach
No matter how hard I try

I’ve dreamt of you
Nights on end
Of that day where you and I will meet again
No sorrow, no pain, where we will be taken away
To the ends of the earth

May we live and die with each other
Alone
Forgotten
Profound

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