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Patryk Jonca Poem
And so I'm here
Trying to find
Something, but not knowing what
Someone, but not knowing who
An aim, but not knowing where
Throwing the darts with eyes shrouded
Where do I go? Is this the way?
A stranger knows the way
They point, showing a clear path
So I take my steps down this road
Still not knowing where to go
Is this the place?
I stumble purposely or not
But a hand reaches out
"Come to me, I will be your guide"
I turn my head, and say I'll be alright
Like a lightning bolt striking the earth
A thought reaches my mind
I realise I have a good eye
For things abstract and feathered beings which fly close by
So here I am, in a dim lit room
With lights crimson
Not a thing to see
But a smile on my face
This is the place for me
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2017
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The first few, fall into the deepest well and make the biggest splash
The next ones fill the well prominently providing a bountiful of water to quench the thirst
These ones are not needed, the well is overflowing, yet more of them to come
There is less and less, there seems to be a sort of void
The well is emptying by the day, only enough to fill a bucket
The words dropped like coins for luck, yet have the opposite effect
No more to be said, the well contains no more than a puddle
But there is one hope left which originates from the clouds
Let's wait for them, to create the beautiful sounds.
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2017
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A string
A voice
A beautiful noise
The sound that calms the mind
Reverberated by the wall behind
The perfect kind of poise
It is
My kind of noise.
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2017
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If one's purpose could be to wander
From great fields of grass to vast tall tree forests
No concern of sustanance
A soul sustained only by experience
A world devoid of materialistic possessions
Observing the nature as it is meant to be seen
From the perspective of a deer or fox
A peaceful existence no pain or suffering
To be a spectator of reality
What a life this would be
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2024
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The tribulations of being close
On a journey, away from home
But where is home?
Is it a place?
Or is it a state of being?
A mindset within ones soul
A feeling of comfort and rest
Home is where we build it
Not an entity
But an identity
So home is who we are
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2024
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Life moves ever forward
Every minute that passes
It changes ever so slightly
Stepping closer
Step by step
Til the steps fade out into the night
Millions of them start and end
Like droplets of rain
Eventually they evaporate
Into clouds they form
And soon they'll fall, again and again
Copyright © Patryk Jonca | Year Posted 2025
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