JOKER96BRAVO
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- Aug 13, 2004
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I wrote this like 10 years ago!!!
I'm not much of a Poet!!!
Perfidious (look up the word perfidy)
Wicked,... a temperate, sparkled, flash of dreams,
A shattered piece of love.
To see a star come crashing down,
That's sent from up above.
Pain,... unveil the strings around my heart,
Unmask the troll within.
A quest for love, a shallow start,
A faction of the sin.
Hurt,... the amber waves of guilt,
Spilling over the white sands of sorrow.
It leaves a stagnate, sinful silt,
And nothing feels so hollow.
Burn,... exposed, the truth.... it lies,
A leftist to the grith.
A blinding smoke, scorch the eyes,
A friction comes there with.
Lost,... amongst a veil of mist,
A rancid act indeed.
To scorn the heart with just one kiss,
The planting of the seed.
Rage,... against the flames about,
A madness to the wind.
To turn, and twist a disordered route,
Which none has ever been.
Reckless,... a vagrant soul of strife amiss,
A curious act indeed.
To scorn the heart with just one kiss,
The planting of the seed.
Wicked,... a temperate, sparkled, flash of life,
And nothing is what it seems.
She calms the reckless soul of strife,
And lives only in my dreams.
~JOKER~
I'm not much of a Poet!!!
Perfidious (look up the word perfidy)
Wicked,... a temperate, sparkled, flash of dreams,
A shattered piece of love.
To see a star come crashing down,
That's sent from up above.
Pain,... unveil the strings around my heart,
Unmask the troll within.
A quest for love, a shallow start,
A faction of the sin.
Hurt,... the amber waves of guilt,
Spilling over the white sands of sorrow.
It leaves a stagnate, sinful silt,
And nothing feels so hollow.
Burn,... exposed, the truth.... it lies,
A leftist to the grith.
A blinding smoke, scorch the eyes,
A friction comes there with.
Lost,... amongst a veil of mist,
A rancid act indeed.
To scorn the heart with just one kiss,
The planting of the seed.
Rage,... against the flames about,
A madness to the wind.
To turn, and twist a disordered route,
Which none has ever been.
Reckless,... a vagrant soul of strife amiss,
A curious act indeed.
To scorn the heart with just one kiss,
The planting of the seed.
Wicked,... a temperate, sparkled, flash of life,
And nothing is what it seems.
She calms the reckless soul of strife,
And lives only in my dreams.
~JOKER~