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I don’t know what this is

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The clown pulled at his lips and folded them into a frown
before picking at the spot at the corner of his mouth
bursting a pimple
and then pretending to laugh
while his lips stayed true to his origami frown
in his eye sockets, he placed large pieces of coal
the fire in his eyes a mismatch
for the dullness of his misshapen body
stretching his feet into his shoes
he walked down the road
with a lot of scares to be made

Shared words: Poem 2 – Castles in my eyes

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The reflection of castles in my eyes
take me away from this mundane life
the turrets marking the sunrise
my head a balloon floating on the clouds

down there on earth the sirens permeate our lives
a journey through emergencies
pulling the strings of our hearts
always being sold ‘discoveries’
with promise that it will be a new start
all that excitement of new eras
before they pull us apart





Candyman

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In the highway of your unconscious mind
Do you remember
I was a jester, a clown
trying to turn your frown pink
with those fluffy candy clouds
and we rode that ride with the face
streaming lights in our eyes
illuminating our carnival of rust
but I am not the kind of man
that can have friends with complications
so I took you on a trip
to chloroform dreams
and most preposterous of all
is I don’t know why I do such things.


Words used from comment by Poetpas


This poem has no bearing on reality, I have no friends…..

Also ‘carnival of rust’ inspired by one of my faverouite songs with that title.

Sunday Wordle: Break apart

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Do you still decry my heart
after all these years
since you watched me fall?
And in your tunnel vision
do you sense
I’m still married to the squall?
do you scry the skies
and see
A little boy who didn’t want to mend
fallen into manhood
trying to break apart
peacefully piece by piece?

In the hopes that in my nothingness
peace could be contained
in all the scattered shards of me

Lyrics: Our alienation

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They should have left me to die
before I
became an abstraction

I am alien. (to be repeated twice)

Alienation
walls
made out of talk
our alienation
we’re abstraction
driven to distraction
our alienation

We are alien
I am alien

or are we
Origami people
folded
and put onto earth
as if we never were
a part of her.

Alienation
walls
made out of talk
we’re abstractions
driven to distraction
our alienation

I am alien
We are alien.

(back to 1st verse)

We are alien

Our alienation.

Fools rags

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Our sanity is all the fucking fashion
gotta be the good one so they’ll listen
Don’t quite shift the status quo
and they might just leave you alone.

Our sanity is all the fashion
Must put on my best mask
mustn’t break, must learn to be a ducks back
Must be Sisyphus rolling that boulder there and back
forever and ever
musn’t fucking break.

Gotta be always fucking sane
be a good one to wipe the extremes away
because they only believe the headlines
that’s what they bring up in the head lights
when you shine them on their eyes

you try to argue your case
they twist your words
and squirm away
‘look at the headlines!’ they say

Because man bites dog is common in their eyes
they’ve seen it in black and white
they know more than you or I
it was in the fools rags
man bites dog, it happens everyday.