You can read my Joker Face blog here…
I wish I could cry…
To love and accept all, yet sit in the darkness, feeling alone.
To live in Love but see lies. Unable to open up; forced to feel on my own.
To cry, within, from the truth of a Joker’s intuition. Not seeing but seen.
My intellect and warning seen as mere jest as I perform for kings and Queen.
He who laughs last laughs best but I can’t help but be separate from fun’s order
So I howl to the moon and appear in your mirror, teeth bare. “Step ‘cross di bumboclat border!”