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Doris Oct 2017
The beast and the fool the star of the game ready, set, pay to rid the toxic, to live without restrain.

Done, done and over the jesters eyes big and older, standing still The fool knowing the order. Clever, quiet, listening Patiently ready to wait.

The jester knew this tired game and playfully asked the beast to come down the hall, she used her magic and made him crawl,

The beast down on all fours, rolling around, his back up and face down making himself happy reciting the lyrics of the jesters sound.

The beast roared as he helped himself the jester silence watching in disbelief how selfish his lies, how deep his deceit.

The jester let the beast show her door as he thought he had won once more… The jester took a leap as she needed him to think…

1. Sweet and all fun.
2. He wanted to eat, say anything to get his treat
3. Stuffed, full and cold: tired from his chore then his anger would start to bore.

Click, click, click. One. Two. Three.

The plan fell into place, the jester watched the motion repetitive like waves of the ocean. Predictable as the morning sun.

Now the joker was ready to run. Her eyes filled with tears, The beast set the joker free as if came up with the idea all alone.

The jester was thought to be the fool, playing the games, anything to please, Her words did not matter, as she was his joke
She watched the beasts face beam full and bright to dark and hidden like a moon on a crisp October night.

She started the count down knowing the steps of what would come next and the fool clever in all of her jest.

Shocked at how easy it was to predict, the spell drifted over like the clock struck twevle the beast turned cold making sure he had the power to behold.

Repeating his roar over and over again. The jester continued to run, away so fast, grabbing everything to never look back.

She rid anything that had his mark knowing the beast never consume her space as he knew his doomed lonely fate.
She runs so far away. She did not come to play.

She came to put an end to all, letting him do. So easy to push her so far away using her rules the beast did totally play.

She runs so hard, so fast, so far. She never ever Will he used for tricks and treats for this **** boy beast has had his last feast.
Dream Fisher Jun 2017
The stars looked really bright tonight,
To be honest I only saw them for a minute
But I saw them all the same, look up
Maybe they're out where you are too.
There's something peaceful about this world
When the crowds part, our hearts march  in silence
If my words were leaves with a pen for a tree,
If I drop this pen does it really make a sound?
Among familiar faces yet, no one is truly around.

I worry about the state of people's minds
In these hot Arizona days, I find
It odd to give a beggar water
And be scolded, as they may not really be in need
If a person sits injured does it matter the context of the bleed
Don't worry I've got a bandage to spare,
You won't take away my image of a  world
Where people sincerely care
So play me for a fool, I'll wear a jester hat
Spewing out a stupid joke for the insecurities I mask.

But if you take away a single thought from me,
Look up at the stars tonight
Maybe they're out where you are too.
You can never touch their beauty
There was no one there to lift him up
Failure par for the course
It used to be so simple once
Coming straight from the source

It's a lonely world he lived in
His existence barely known
He was the greatest of the jesters
With no chance to seize the throne

He never asked for your pity
But instead a lending hand
That he put away his childish thoughts
And start acting like a man

The discovery of unknown strength
Hidden deep within
He washed the paint right off his face
To reveal a crooked grin

The man whom laughed the loudest
Suffered deep inside
Masked with his crooked smile
That he tried so hard to hide

The clouds above so grey and dense
The stars nowhere in sight
He tried so hard to find himself
The taker of the night

Alive he'd been forgotten
He took a turn for worse
For years he drank the poison
But it never quenched his thirst

He adapted to blend in
His curiosity never met
No harm did he ever cause
Before a court that rests

Gone to meet his maker
With less than he arrived
Never finding his fulfillment
The man who was deprived
Depression is a disease
Donielle May 2017
Drag me around knowing full well
I cannot resist you.
Leave a trail of breadcrumbs
or promises of love to see how far I'll walk
behind your chariot,
while I idolize your crown
and make excuses for your sins.
I know why the joker
  Doth smile and jest,
And laughs so gleefully at thee.
     Thy spirits, he soothes,
      With frolicking moves;
The way he sways is so lovely.

   The cracks that he'll take
  Are enough to make
The dimmest and dullest of minds
      Feel stricken and stabbed
       With all that he's jabbed:
His kicks are gained heeding your bind.

   Showcases of joy,
  He seeks to employ:
Even if it's at your expense,
      He'll take your dismay,
       And cast it away!
Despite his obvious offense...
cryandrew Feb 2017
You must've been a queen in another life
Cause you act like royalty
Holding out for a chivalrous knight
To pledge his loyalty
When you clap your hands, men fall in line
Quick to compete for their honour
So you never notice the devoted jester
Standing in the corner
" I don't want a prince on a white horse, I want a ****** that makes me laugh"
tamia Nov 2016
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.**
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
inspired by Suzanne Vega's song, "Gypsy".
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Leo
Left
I left them then
They stopped meaning Truth
Or anytjing
Beautiful, True, Or Noble

I left Them then
And I went In Pursuit of Myself
Again,  and Again
But they stood there
In the Hall of Time
Writing Sweet Words of Sadness
Appealing
For a Truce
Constant Sorrow
For that Which They had Stolen
From Themselves
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Verily, Verily
Wandering  down the road
Singing for the pleasure of it

Suddenly,
Another  acorn in the grass
Dropped like an unexpected Thought  from the Sky
How Beautiful!

And with it
Happiness alights

..."Be smarter than that arrives.."
A word of cautionary warring
Growled from an ancient Wisdom held Below
A lover perhaps

If only we had met sooner
A Black Lion of the tangle it up sort of mischief
Raw Desire engaged demand

Return Inevitable
Neither shall Time wait,
nor shall Time go

Shadows Optional
For a Game of Chance Is only ever Play

Love acted Upon
Is Life in the Round
#choice
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