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JOEY'S SOUL, A POETRY PAGE



JOEY'S SOUL

HEAVEN'S GIFT
When my life turns into a dark night,
You share a love that glows so bright.
A light so dense that it makes me blind,
But warms and soothes my fragile mind.

When tears hide the colour of my eyes,
Your smile always takes me by surprise.
It sweeps away both sadness and anger,
And makes my heart feel much lighter.

When my poor universe dims or fades,
You paint it in various colours and shades.
You provide me with hope and tenderness,
And you carry me on my trip to happiness.

When I seem to forget my very own name,
You help me recall then you hide the shame.
I might never know why you would do this,
But when I'm on my own, it's you that I miss.

When I walk along this unknown road,
And I am wearied to bear this heavy load.
You used to lift me so much that I could fly,
But you are the one I want to stand by.

When I'm lost and I don't seem to find a way,
You come across the sky and take me away.
You wrap your wings around this lonely me,
And wait for a while before you'd set me free.

I believed in Angels, now I have mine.
More than others, mine will always shine.
You possess the greatest and truest love,
You're a precious gift from heaven above.

Now my whole life is finally worth living for,
I am happier than I have never been before.
I never knew dreams could come so true,
My prayers have been heard, there is you.

Written by: �Joey, February, 1999


Dedicated to our love
This pen is the extention of my heart,
Love emerges from it and takes shape.
Calligraphy becomes more than an art,
A prison from which love can't escape.

The flowing ink makes love to the paper,
And their souls now blend permanently.
The words, once written, get more eager,
And their intensity increases constantly.

The typeface suddenly becomes so bold,
Like feelings as they are being expressed.
Desire is there for you to sense, to behold,
For your heart to be touched and caressed.

By the end of the page, the untold is said,
The untouched is felt, the unseen is shown.
The pen stroked your soul, a poem was made,
Rhymed passion is stronger than words alone.

Written by Joey, Copyright �2000
TIMES
Yesterdays are made out of memories,
Sweet and bitter, comforting and painful.
They remind us of our pains and miseries,
But also of times more happy and joyful.

Todays are direct sequels of the past,
Times to choose a path, a proper way.
But todays become yesterdays so fast,
They are there now, then are far away.

Tomorrows don't belong to us and won't.
The minute we feel we can touch them,
They turn into todays, so we finally don't.
They tease the present, shine like a gem.

Written by �Joey, January 1st, 2000

MY SONNET TO A SOUL
In the very dawn of a new era,
From a distant yet close place,
Stands a soul, a true enygma,
Facing with fear this human race.

Through trials it learned to grow,
And though wounded it had been,
It managed to survive the snow,
To be the brightest light I've seen.

This soul so pure and so delicate,
Along with a heart so passionate,
This is what I found deep in you.

To honnor it I write this sonnet,
A testimony of my love for you,
For the finest soul I've ever met.

Written by �Joey, for you, Sonnet,
on September 26, 1999
THE OYSTER
From within the depth of a dark ocean,
I have been carried from shore to shore.
Always thrown back in my cold prison,
My inner treasure, people would ignore.

No one dared seeking beyond my shell,
I would linger there, alone on the sand.
Until a wondrous event finally befell,
I'd always remain no one's heartland.

But you eventually did happen to me,
You picked me up, aware of my value.
You cracked my safe, and I was set free,
This pearl you see now belongs to you.

You never know what a shell may conceal,
Unless you carefully manage to set it ajar.
The beauty of the treasure it might reveal,
Can be yours to enjoy if you don't stand afar.

Written By �Joey, on february 20th, 2000
THE PACE OF TIME

When all of a sudden, life gets tougher
And threatens our hopes and dreams,
Time seems to cruelly grow much slower,
And in our veins, a bitter pain streams.

But when life provides us with happiness,
And we finally are allowed to see the light.
Time turns hours into minutes, an unfairness,
And flies away, like it does during the night.

For every single hour that eventually goes by,
An other one is less for us to live, to be happy.
May all of them be lived with you, until I die,
And may we share the last portion of eternity.

Written by �Joey, on April 9th, 2000



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