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 Jan 2015 The Anonymous Joker
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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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 Jan 2015 The Anonymous Joker
AFJ
she says she's excited,
more excited than when she read..

i'm still tryna make a prequel, but the script is in my head,

like,
her beauty was that of natures, sacred & amorous..
such a fine, divine, kind.. couldn't be captured by a camera lens..
&my; sole dream was to lay on that land of bliss..
till her hands grip the sheets &she; pounds them like hammer fists.

her taste.
like a heaven-sent, angel scent wine..
laced,
with a hint of forbidden nectar from the fruit of divine..

&sav;; some for dessert may have been the past deal..
but in this prequel, im digging in like its my last meal,

&her; pronunciation of vowels, is elite..
in fact, she invents a new sound whenever i go deep.

deeper than the ocean, our emotions have no depth.
&like; the sea the aftermath made it seem like we had wept*.




-afj
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