The poetic waxings of the Joker

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The poetic waxings of the Joker

Unread postby The Joker » Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:44 pm

The Burning...

More of the same...left to shoulder this burden alone, once again left to my own devices. Surrounded by thieves, beggars, and the great majority, the Liars encircle me - like buzzards to the kill. Then share the pieces with the almighty Blind.Is it true when one lies, he kills a part of the world? Who can say? Not I...for the gag muffles any words I try to force through it. The almighty Blind is quick to condemn, and slow to comprehend, while the Liars cram their "truths" down his throat. Even my comrades look for the best place to turn the dagger in this back of mine. The Ship of Fools is headed for the rocks, the crew? They toil onwards, with hands over their ears and mouths. Who can reason with the Blind? Who could stand against the circle of Liars? Only Polyphemus could say. I'm going down with my ship...
"-What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?"
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Re: The poetic waxings of the Joker

Unread postby The Joker » Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:45 pm

Further Evidence You're Just As Normal As Everyone Else...

...you feel(you want to)
...you bleed(you need to)
...you breathe(you still can)
...you dream(it takes you)

Last nite, I saw the shine of the knife in your eyes
where the fire used to burn incessantly
we ask ourselves "what's happened to me?"
only to discover we've done this to ourselves
take your knife back, and pour some sweet salt where it was
as those gray sullen skies roll
I realize it will never be as it was
when we were fragile...still warm to the touch.
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Re: The poetic waxings of the Joker

Unread postby The Joker » Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:46 pm

Vertigo

all the familiar surroundings
unfamiliar thoughts
alienation
I miss where I stood but minutes before
the comfort, metallic skin shelter me from this
where are your hands now?
longing for the one place where consciousness is lost
where thought strays, and the mind begins to wander
It's best to forget these things
in all honesty, I begin to lose my sense of direction
These forces that are beyond my control push me where they wish
What am I doing here?
This day is almost done, why not go home and enjoy the continuous sound of silence and that all too familiar feeling of uncertainty?
And finally, comfort finds me, in the guise of monotonous noise.
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