Sanctum

By James T. Dominicus

Poetry for the Broken Hearted By A Lonely Writer
- James T. Dominicus

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Oct 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9798765234952

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Contents

Grandiose (the burning chair)

Nothing

Ramona

Consequence

Great Depression

It’s in fifths

Vanished

Offering

Giving

100,000 dead men

Window

Mercedes’ de Acosta

Nothing

So don’t!

Satan

Speaking

Equation

C-Fsharp-Am-E

That said

Solidified

Demon or man

Untrue

Waiting

For today

How does it relate

Yeah

No reward

Spirit

Angel of death

And then

Not this time

Something backwards

Negligent

Broken home

A chopped poem

Just saying

Adjacent

Borrowed twine

A word in doing

Ever lust

Unfold

Better luck

Trance

Bland on bland

That’s right

A poem naked

Young

Response

Bereaved

Happy Tuesday

Allowed

Ashes in the bread box

On dank

Romance

What with

Untamed

Return

Writing out of a hollowed gut

I say

What i gave

A giving time

Grow wise by the thousand

Gold field

The miracle in Fatima

Suicide

Trouble

Tether my word

Solitude and sin

Becoming

The devil in misery

Mother with grip

The birth place of nothing

My story

Golden afternoon

Fantastic and the latter

The devil in accord

The trouble of

Today is dull

She beats me to hell

Play a little while

Escape

Deflate

Staggered stripes

Cast then again

I’ll allow

The golden faun

Another today

Future flame

Thunder and brightening

Juncture

The wise

Ritual

Transcendent sexual

Iva’s birthday

Collateral

Just to say

Ungratefull

Flower

It’s coming

Obedience

Alone

No reason

Trouble and desire

Going back

Ever town

In doing

For a time

What’s amiss

Fighting a garbage can

Probably

House of buttress

I extoll

Tomorrows grief

Another one

About the Author

Poetry and prose by James T. Dominicus

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I wrote these poems to lift up and solidify the name of Jesus Christ, king of kings, lord of lords. I returned to the lords walk to find everything good and beautiful. I praise and extoll his name where ever I go, I sit in front at church and raise my hands to my lord. I was wicked, I was nice but not living as I should have, then a change came and I wanted to make what was amiss right. So I came back, after a failed marriage, loosing precious things and feeling like Job I put myself at the foot of the cross. I was a punk rocker, I played shows in bars, drank too much and did stupid things. I painted and only paint my daughter or women. Then I wrote, a brut with no college education words were in me so I gave them away. Being disabled I miss my job, I was a gravedigger. I dug Danny Sixtos grave, he was my friend. It affected me, left me lonely and hurt. Working in a cemetery gave me so much, friends I made, people I care about. Now the days are quiet, alone on a porch I reflect on everything I knew. The things that don’t come back hurt the most. I’ve always had depression, anxiety, agoraphobia and OCD. I was suicidal, I give every day to God that I might find beauty. To play music again for the lord, paint for the lord, write with all my heart for my precious lord. Give everything I can so that my brother and sister be whole. A Gibson Les Paul Classic sits by my bed. I write music all the time. I’m not typical, I’m progressive, classical, Spanish and always punk rock. I do like reggae, I like the