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  3d Joker
Sydney V
There is a melody that sings,
of a dream lost in time, with music
that fits the space  
that can’t be filled.
She is as real to you,  
as the wood in your hands
and at night, beyond the timbre of your guitar  
that murmurs melodies about a world
too many understand.
What once was elegant boulevards
in Madrid, are now  
a melodic strain  
of fleeting moments, trapped  
in colorless discontent.
This is an attempt at ekphrastic poetry, which I based of the X-ray version of 'The Old Guitarist" by Pablo Picasso. I highly suggest looking up this image, as it speaks differently than the one that is commonly known, and it may make the poem easier to understand.
Joker 3d
In the realm of your sleep
I will not come again
I'm not afraid, I'm angry
I am a wandering cloud
Tomorrow is a long time
Someone's morning
someone's afternoon
It's someone's afternoon
someone's evening
It's the new moon
in the middle of the night
Or someone's morning cloud
Know in my mind
Only your residence
If i live in everyone's mind a little
What harm does it do?
Leaving your aura to everyone but you kept someone's else that's make you nomadic clouds.
Joker Sep 2020
In the journey of your life
You find yourself in the side
It's always the same
you don't understand
Things repeats it self over & over
But always with a different face
You made yourself focused on everything
But when close to an end its shattered
You always believe its not it because
It would go along if it is for you
You never stop searching for it
Your search never gets an end
You felt lost but you are at home
You travel through life
You travel through people
To find peace to find your center
You let yourself go
Your life gets an end
Inside your center.
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Joker Sep 2020
"You may not find your center,
But you will die in it."
Thinking about life, goals, achievements, lost things, love once, but still we are not satisfied & we die with it.
Joker Sep 2020
In the joy of handful creations
Destroyed by its own forgetfulness,
Only the remains left with the grave,
I see that it is dark black,
Being the best creation of the creator,
I am so good,
You can come only by the rules,
Who tries to go before the rush,
Arrive empty-handed will leave empty-handed,
The only provision of creation given by the creator,
I am the gift of the creator as a human being,
Life ended in a different way
That’s  the conclusion.
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