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Xan Abyss Jan 2016
I want to be Paganini
I want to be Alexander the Great
But I'm only Pagliacci
A Faustian soul in sorrow and hate
And this is not a surrender
I will never stop fighting this war til I die
But passion is burning my heart to embers
Smiling wide hides the chaos inside

Aimed for the stars
Just to crash upon the moon
And reconstruct my broken pieces
From the ashes of my doom
I am reborn through death and madness
Scion of Nihilistic Sin
In my wake, I leave a trail of sadness
Soon all will hide inside THE GRIN

Choirs of Damnation!
Your Maestro has arrived at last!
Majestic Orchestration,
Barking dogs and shotgun blasts
The sound of frenzied feet as they pound the city streets
It's a symphony of victory against the riot police

Fear me, heroes
For I am near thee
Come one, come all
Hear ye, hear ye
The Jester dances on your Graves
the Joker wears the Crown
And the man who has the final laugh
At last will be the Clown
Character poem.
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2016
Psychotic is my normality;
pure dust is my reality.

Normality is pure insanity;
the jester in my reality.
~~For me, insanity is sanity and normality is psychotic. ~~
Elizabeth Hynes Sep 2015
I lunge along my path my way
Keeling forward day by day
The indolence of my surrounds
Renders my feet to the ground

Laughter like bellow grunt
Skipping is my featured stunt
Following the very clouds
Oftentimes I think aloud

I am the jester that you know
The crank that always steals the show
Pranking, yanking underwear
Descending an imagined stair

You laugh I cry inside I die
Outside I breath and watch it fly
For what is death but just one side
Of two that holds our life inside

Going to ground around around
A pint of flesh for every pound
Will you sing a song with me?
Oh dee doodle deedle dee.
CastorPolydeuces Jul 2015
Dragon flies and lanterns
cast shadows through my mind
causing jesters on the wall
to cautiously unwind,
with a heavy heart of liquor
I beg them to go on,
do try to heal my soul
its fallen, maybe gone.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
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dead upon dead
to the left and the right
no fire to warm us
no more spark
no more light
the even' has come
the desert dry night
the only thing living
is the burgeoning kite

the only ruler
is a king with no crown
the lowly court jester
wears a red mask'd frown
some courtiers have starv'd
some courtiers have drowned
but as for the people
there's no one around

pile upon pile
of mouldering bones
some make up spires
some make up thrones
femurs the mortar
skulls are the stones
some lattice triangles
some steepled in cones
if you're in this city
you're truly alone

a skeleton rides
on a decaying horse
it has no conscience
it has no remorse
it needs no permission
but uses no force
where is this city?

why it's

YOUR TOWN Of COURSE.


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/3/2015
Are you there?
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Loser, poser reeks  .  .  .
Psychopathic ego shines,
  .  .  .  Promoting himself.
Poetic T Jul 2014
I Played cards with death,
He asked me to pick,
Pick what I said?
A card it shall teach you of life
I picked
One,
Then two,
Lastly three,
Have you picked wisely
Death aske me,
King
Queen,
Then the joker made three.
Who will live the longest?
Death pointed his ***** fingers,
I looked, thought who would it be,
I said the king or queen would be last
Death cold stare looked at me.
The king when visited
Did try to buy his life from death,
Death doesn't need gold you see
But I gave the king a coin
For the ferryman to take his soul.
I said the queen would be my second guess,
But again he looked coldly upon me,
She asked me to be her king
But I whispered I am the god of death
to be a king would be no use me.
She was taken again no use of gold
But I once again gave a coin .
It couldn't be the jester?
A creepy smile feel upon his face,
Death said, what is life with out laughter
I came for him, he made me laugh
He did an impression,
He impersonated me,
I laughed out loud,
I hadn't done that in
A million years.
So I told  keep others laughing
I will give you and those extra years
But like all I will come for thee,
So the tale was told.
Laughter is a way to keep life going
But everyone will be visited,
King,
Queen,
Jester
You and me*
*Just keep laughing it will add on years to your life.
Josiah Wilson Feb 2014
This whimsical mask alight in my arms
Such a light, cheery laugh
Surely I mean no harm

Just a little, slight push and it's up on my face
Now I tumble and flip
To the clouds I give chase

For I am the tumbler, the jester, the clown
I make people smile
I chase away their frowns

With a flip of my hat and a twist of my tongue
I make all the oldest
Of tales seem young

I am the gleeman, the poet, the bard
I see your future
In the face of my card

So come watch me now, as I put on a show
I'll make you laugh
As this happy crowd grows
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