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JOEY'S DREAM...A POETRY PAGE

JOEY'S DREAM

My Christmas Dream
Everywhere, people meet and share,
In luxurious homes with adornments.
To show their beloved ones they care,
They all exchange love and presents.

Outside, I see children play together,
Regardless of their age and difference.
Nothing counts much when they gather,
They smile at life and discover its sense.

I dream of a similar world for us all,
A planet where adults could be children,
And love would be free, unconditional,
A reward for every kiss and hug given.

I wish the world a peaceful place to live,
Beautiful and wondrous in every way.
I would give away all I have to give,
So that it was Christmas every day.

Written by �Joey, December 25th 1999
MILLENNIUM
Two thousand years: Where did we go ?
We managed to fly up high to the moon,
Some probes left the galaxy a while ago,
A space station will be completed soon.

Why did we have to go that far just yet ?
Were all problems on earth eliminated ?
Or are we giving up about our planet ?
Do we have to let her be devastated ?

What about people and their problems ?
To poverty, can't we find any solutions ?
If there are, they don't lie in my poems,
But instead, in some misused billions.

And did we find a cure to all pathologies ?
Why can't we heal a flu or a simple cold ?
And why can't we use the technologies
To keep people from just getting old ?

We invented mortal toys for the adults,
Deadly viruses to eventually use in a war.
Violence is now promoted by new Cults.
But frankly, haven't we gone a bit too far ?

Is that what we intend to give our children ?
Is this what we want to leave in inheritage ?
Let's find all the treasures that are hidden,
And make them free for people of any age.

Written by �Joey, January 1st, 2000
FIGHTING ALONE
My world crumbles, no one can see,
And I am fighting the foe all alone.
The swords of loneliness cut me,
The wounds are deep, to the bone.

My pride and my dearest possessions
Are the main object of this cruel attack.
I try and stand to defend my positions,
I can't seem to know how to strike back.

I will keep fighting, praying for a victory,
But I seem to be in a battle lost in advance.
I know in any defeat there is no real glory,
But I will have earnt some respect for once.

Written by �Joey, on February 27, 2000
Beyond the Senses


Through his art, the painter becomes actor.
With no words, his thoughts are expressed.
His mood is rendered using a specific color.
Paint flows on canvas like blood in his chest.

The voice is the only instrument of the singer.
With it, he screams all of his passion out loud.
It can carry a tear, a caress, a smile, a laughter.
Beyond words lies his message to a deaf crowd.

The poet cleverly juggles with passionate words.
He skillfully describes simple things as wonders.
He uses words where others would use swords.
His writings invent feelings as his mind wanders.

Look at this painting, feel the thoughts it reveals.
Listen to this song with your soul, not your ears.
Read this poem and find the secrets it conceals.
There are much more in those than what it appears.

Written By: Joey on February, 1999


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