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joel jokonia Mar 2018
I don't know
But I will tell her what I heard
You determine do I. Believe in jesus
  Mar 2018 joel jokonia
Cné
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Hold my hand and persuade the way
tell me all you want to say
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Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
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Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
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Draw me close and hold me near
eradicate my pain and fear
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In the darkness of the night,
shine your beacon, be my light
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In the luster of the sun,
demonstrate you are the one
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Offer me wings so I can fly
and I will soar when you're nearby
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Infilrate my heart, break the wall,
it's time for me to let it fall
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I've been a prisoner, extensively
Break my chains and set me free
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Strip me of my armor tight
this time I won't put up a fight
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Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

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joel jokonia Mar 2018
I know one day she will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet once who had an abstract imagination
Who told stories in jingled verses
Who built empires with his paper and pen
Again and again spilling the beans right in the streams of my emotions
A poet who stood shy in his own corner with a couple of unattended emotions
In his bag
Dressed in baggy sags torn pieces of the world
He had tales even his pen wouldn't tell



I know one day he will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet who moved mountains for a girl
But never was his efforts appreciated
Who never took life seriously
Found humor in heartbreaks and bleeding souls
Who was mad dead in the expressions of the edges of the world
You knew well how he fished spirits in the deep oceans of life
Sliding his pen lazily on his paper and making a thought
A poet who let his pains disguise in his convincing smile
Breathing life into tired thoughts
But still he had tales his pen wouldn't dare tell
For his pen feared what he would tell
And never got the ink to.................
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I Let you right click my heart
And i gave you all the  options
You could have saved me
But you hit the "send to" button
And sent me away in a flash
We are all fools of love sometimes
joel jokonia Mar 2018
i                                       f i could
               shape poetry                  what shape
                     would                           purely be-
                         fit it                             and tell
                              my                     intentions
                              well                enou­gh
                                  shape      these
           ­                        like how i feel
                                                     i am in                               complete
                           i have a                            hole
somewhere                   in my soul  


my

                                     emo tions



a       r                    e

all                         O                     V
                                                         E                           R

how can i then shape poetry when i cant keep myself in shape
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I torch my insecurities
In wording purity
Give no note to the negatives pulling me
I let the bully be
And work more on mending me
Gravity holds me down so i wont float
In useless thoughts
Cause all we ever do is try solve problems
What if we just let them be
What if we didnt mind
What if........
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I look at her when she looks at fancy cars
And think i gatta make my dreams work
I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love
And i thought **** i gatta give a love like this
I look at her as she looks into the stars
As she conceals her scars within
I look at her shade a tear of days of crying
I look her tear herself apart
Cause the system hasn't been fair
The system has torn and torched her
Butched her dreams... And fed her fear
I look at her though from a different perspective
I see more woman in her smile
A strong big hearted being
With the ability to make the universe sing
String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine
I see fine art in. Its best form
And this all i see from a distance
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