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Jones Muta Poem
words on a paper,
work like vapor,
ink splashing the pages,
bound to last for ages.
words on a paper,
reveal and transpire,
enliven and enlighten,
emotions and desires.
words on a paper,
a symbol of power,
powerful enough,
to create peace and bliss.
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Forget me not, I still love you
Forgive me for all you've been through
Forgo the wrath and all it leads to
Fray and fear will frustrate you
But all shall end in faith and fortitude.
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Two twin sisters had a fight
That made them scramble day and night
Both thought they looked prettier on sight
One was black, the other white
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My mind is inactive
When my heart is on a quest
Then my body perceives
What my soul requests
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Before you, was I
long before who and why
Beyond what is seen
I have always been
Before love and pleasure
and everything that men treasure
Before endless sins
of the human nature
Before pain and sorrow
yesterday and tomorrow
from endings to beginnings
and all that is between
Before and after
in tears and laughter
call my name
I will always answer.
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A hackneyed love,
now I know,
my heart's a treasure,
I say no more.
your eyes on the chequebook
like ice on a cake,
none you give but loads you take,
Dear you made it look grotesque.
act like a fool I did,
to please your evil deeds,
or more like sweating and bleeding,
a prisoner to your biddings.
you could have said at least
that inside you were a beast,
an argument without closed fists
is not a thing on your list.
using torture as a weapon,
to use my heart as a coupon,
because you knew all the loopholes,
to steal my love was your call.
although true love never dies,
this one was killed by your lies,
it's wise to say enough,
a hackneyed love.
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cunning thoughts
taking shots at my body
I want to believe
but my inner guts are stopping me
warning me to stay cool
stay to true to my true self
cunning thoughts
flashing lights
questioning me what's wrong and right
asking me to pick a side
and take a ride
to explore my pride
how cunning
just like fire, burning
and fuel my curiosity
like what are my priorities?
crafty like a fox
I'm forced to think outside the box
what is coming? How close?
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reasons to live give reasons to die,
always give without asking why,
don't be hard to believe and easy to lie,
financially, it's better to sell than to buy,
laugh more than you would cry,
remember it's never a sin to try,
because low is a point of view just like high,
but highs are levels you should aim to fly,
honey is sweet so is wine,
it's wise to retreat when life is on the line,
that way you'll survive and return,
with courage and strength combined.
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A sensational feeling down my spine,
I linger in divine,
A finer taste than bread and wine,
A million dollar line.
Inspired by the great to do greatness,
Bonding with truth,
From the wombs of Mother Nature,
Birth of a legend.
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Why is it that every time I try, I end up crying?
Why do problems keep on piling?
Why do broken pieces always pierce?
Why is life so tough and fierce?
Why are we not there yet?
Why are there so many dates?
Why can't I be confident?
Why can I not comment why too many people are broken in the moment of love or pleasure?
Why is it that I cannot really treasure what I have?
Why is there love when there's hate?
Why?
Why are my feelings always on debate?
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