the dead poet of your romantic youth
left behind his melodious words in song
left behind his roadside fast eyes neatly packaged
still can purchase his dream down at the five and dime
still can find a tight leather pants version
of his photograph looking lizard like
in clean bollywood style

the dead poet of your romantic youth
lingers there in her eyes
she always said he was so rad
with her eighties big hair
the dead poet was in one of his many revivals
they would drag the poor old slob out
prop him up and take a picture
the dead poet lizard king
his words faded now
as his star on the walk of fame

I remember
this archway
all too well.

When I was young
the concept of time
was a distant thing.

Do you remember
waiting,
every sunrise,
in this archway?

I was late
(more often than not)
but you never failed
to find
and kiss me
good morning.

I’m sorry
for everything.

BEND low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
  So lazy and hum-strumming.

I woke up at 3 in the morning,
With this unquenchable thirst,
For the love I never had,
For the love I have yet to have? Maybe,

Silently, pondering,
Will I ever be in love?
How does it feel to be out of love?
When it does not even come across my way,

This desire,
I suppress,
And the deeper I bury it,
The more I long for it,

The love that never exists.

as a human you learn to live with things you cant live with, they sit in your memory, resurfacing from time to time, and you learn to cope with facing that ugliness...you learn to live with what you cant live with. its with the love of thouse around you that makes it bearable. never fail to embrace what love you find in this world,

The Funny Man lies dormant
When the Dark Man come around
The Dark Man is oppressive
The Funny Man goes to ground

The Funny Man is hiding
From The Dark Man deep inside
The Funny Man can't beat him
The Funny Man has tried

The Funny Man's a rainmaker
Bringing laughter where it's not
The Dark Man is a monster
Full on vindictiveness and rot

The Funny Man is fragile
The Dark Man knows it's true
The Funny Man needs attention
The Dark Man needs it too

The Funny Man is worldly
But just what makes him laugh
The Funny Man is honored
When you get his autograph

The Dark Man needs no thank you's
The Dark Man has a goal
He will beat The Funny Man to a pulp
And The Dark Man gets his soul

The Funny Man is a fighter
He will give it his best try
But in the end The Dark Man takes control
And the Funny Man must die.....

Every time, such laughter ends in wiping  tear drops,
is it from thickly laden darkness, comedy non stop springs out?
Demons that relentlessly hunt and  hurt deep,  pushes one
to make jokes and compulsively laugh out loud, till tear glands dry up.
He was making all roll in laughter, they forgot even to wipe tears
and what do they see when they look up the stage asking for more?

Oh! the comedian had a deadly secret, that he hid from the world
he attempted to repair what went wrong, still the laughter was painful,

before the show was over Robin Williams pulled down the curtain himself.