The Joker’s Face; A Joker’s Life.

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!”


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