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To be offended
Is a great opportunity
To be forgiven.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
  Feb 2015 i am miss brightside
ryn
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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
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Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
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  Feb 2015 i am miss brightside
ryn
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•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
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The Moon shines its brightest
When
The Sun is absent.
Claim your own light. Be who you are and shine.
Darkness surfaced.
I waited.
For you.
Silence stilled the night.
Maybe you fell asleep.
Beside your lovely wife-
The idea pained me.
Reality hits hard.
You are part of her.
And here I am.
Alone.


Thinking
of
You.
Hindi mo na kailangang sabihin...
"Lumayo ka na sa akin."
Darating ang araw, mapapagod ang sarili--
Maghintay.
Magmahal.
Umintindi.
Magbakasakali.
Ako'y kusang hihinto.
Pero hindi ang puso.


(You don't have to utter words
"Stay away from me."
For someday I will grow weary
Of waiting.
Of loving.
Of understanding.
Of hoping.
Myself, it will stop.
But the heart won't.
For you.
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