joker takes the stage by only2chambers, literature
Literature
joker takes the stage
joker takes the stage
As he walked up the stairs, the attentive audience couldn't help but wear smiles. His dress was so out of the ordinary and too ridiculous even for a puppet that laughing faces echoed here and there. He climbed and sat on top of a centered ladder that stood 14 feet high above the stage and began telling his story. Clearing his throat he began: "Ladies and gentlemen, I sit on a ladder now balancing 14 feet high. I wear before you colorful clothes and even a purple polka dot tie. If you look hard enough, I even have a glass eye. You know, I haven't always been this type of guy. Five years ago, I held my father and watched
The Groundskeeper
footprints in the dirt
tell of past mistakes
a path was worn to the way we can never go
we cant retrace those steps you took
we really didn't have the right to know
now as I start this story
I hope you realize the pain
for which I'm about to tell you
that conflict within our veins
with God's aid I came about
just a dormant little demon
grew up cursed with unknown thirst
how'd I know it's blood I'd be seeing
the ground holds so much promise
with a handful of magic beans
with much work my body grew
it became my nest from which I gleaned
now a brother is a bother
so young and ignorant
a stupid crying spoiled brat
gets pity
Take this mentally and put it down physically, what a journey it's been becoming this duality.
It's not just a story of how Jack met Jill, we took no fall going up that hill.
When we reached that summit and filled our pails, we threw in our pennies and promised never to fail.
With a smile and a nod and hands held tight, we crossed the bridge to the tower of light.
We climbed those coiled stairs with deft, a full bucket on the right and each others hand in the left.
To the top we rose but faint of breath we stood, to the west we looked out, we would've kissed if we could.
Panting and pulsing our bodies refresh as one, as we gazed at that
The flowers were put on hold by only2chambers, literature
Literature
The flowers were put on hold
The Flowers Were Put On Hold
grow to a fade and give up the color
a few flowers left in the translucent glass vase
the sun does not reach and no water is given
what poor excuse have we for not saving their face
later we say, be patient, calm down
not caring about the desperation in the voice
put on hold the life as if it lasts forever
not realizing the impact of our pausing choice
a weight held up cannot be told to wait
a purpose cannot be told it's the same as fate
watch the pace of Mr Time
see that he stops for no pause, no cause
he swiftly runs alongside both god and devil
Time brings out both strengths and flaws
the
If I could kill you
I'd put you in a vase
and put you in your place
up on my mantle
I'd light a fire under you
keep you locked inside your den
and tell you who I am
without your input
no commands will I take from you
on anger and on the hatred
no, no longer will I stew
I'm tired of that mixed brew
Can you remember
A time you asked me please
while bent down on your knees
and asked for more
Like Oliver. You never ask for more
Well you've never asked for more
Now I ask you
why did you go for me
did you think you could bounce me on you knee
just call me baby why dont you
why dont you
Well I've come to conclude
Instead of crawling on the groun
cover up and come in close
so near that we can feel and we can hear
whispered words send pin-wheels whirling
melt my clothes with a touch of feeling
just lay back and watch that ceiling fan spinning
I find myself calm and comfortable
knowing she lives inside my sand castle tower
for some reason she always thinks of me
not of the rain's destructive power
the satellites send you down from the air
and that is how I listen to softened tones
in a mix of curious desire, of wanting
the love from it's wistful little moans
I place my head down on a pillow
to keep myself from toppling over heavy.
I try to steal the wooden clock's time
so love de
I bought two plots in hell today, one for me and one for you. They over look a glassy pond and a meadow that shines like dew.
I'll meet you there in the summer and skip around holding your little hand. Laying you down I'll throw daisies in the air, on you they will softly land.
We'll smell the air with a breath of relief. No pain, no sorrow, no isolated grief.
There is one thing though that I think I should say. For these two plots I did dearly pay.
I bought them from a man in a grey pin stripe suit. I lost everything, my emotions this goat did dilute.
He stole my spirit and he stripped my soul. I begged him to refrain from you but on me
The end where no more can be by only2chambers, literature
Literature
The end where no more can be
cornered by a dead end idea
I stand staring ninety degrees
I hate rotating my eager steps
so if you can, help me out please
explain why the mind reacts on sorrow
when it sees the sun set without regret
it hits the horizon and the blood splatters on the clouds
now please tell me what makes it so hard to forget
suffering never made much sense
when it summons the young and weak
attacked but an authorities storm
how sad I am, for a child's future seems bleak
the child who weeps alone, in a bed made of shame
wounded by selfish desertion by those who gave the child the blame
just pray it doesn't end
with the the cycle reciting the same
I know
no flowers were grown by only2chambers, literature
Literature
no flowers were grown
It's dead they said when I came of age.
The church pews are empty, the cake makers dead.
"Your flowers were never planted" they straight faced said.
No royal red dress friends, no penguins in line
no ring to the famous 'I do" chime.
They ruined the earth, no happy parks
where the families met
to pay there respects.
Have you seen one before?
people would tell of the tales,
of ancient times, when they were given in droves,
as an audience cried in emotional rows, upon rows, upon rows.
A union now was a joke people told
a cursed was muttered when a blessing was wanted
no need to kneel, no nervousness to feel
a spirit laid dead as they
joker takes the stage by only2chambers, literature
Literature
joker takes the stage
joker takes the stage
As he walked up the stairs, the attentive audience couldn't help but wear smiles. His dress was so out of the ordinary and too ridiculous even for a puppet that laughing faces echoed here and there. He climbed and sat on top of a centered ladder that stood 14 feet high above the stage and began telling his story. Clearing his throat he began: "Ladies and gentlemen, I sit on a ladder now balancing 14 feet high. I wear before you colorful clothes and even a purple polka dot tie. If you look hard enough, I even have a glass eye. You know, I haven't always been this type of guy. Five years ago, I held my father and watched
The Groundskeeper
footprints in the dirt
tell of past mistakes
a path was worn to the way we can never go
we cant retrace those steps you took
we really didn't have the right to know
now as I start this story
I hope you realize the pain
for which I'm about to tell you
that conflict within our veins
with God's aid I came about
just a dormant little demon
grew up cursed with unknown thirst
how'd I know it's blood I'd be seeing
the ground holds so much promise
with a handful of magic beans
with much work my body grew
it became my nest from which I gleaned
now a brother is a bother
so young and ignorant
a stupid crying spoiled brat
gets pity
Take this mentally and put it down physically, what a journey it's been becoming this duality.
It's not just a story of how Jack met Jill, we took no fall going up that hill.
When we reached that summit and filled our pails, we threw in our pennies and promised never to fail.
With a smile and a nod and hands held tight, we crossed the bridge to the tower of light.
We climbed those coiled stairs with deft, a full bucket on the right and each others hand in the left.
To the top we rose but faint of breath we stood, to the west we looked out, we would've kissed if we could.
Panting and pulsing our bodies refresh as one, as we gazed at that
The flowers were put on hold by only2chambers, literature
Literature
The flowers were put on hold
The Flowers Were Put On Hold
grow to a fade and give up the color
a few flowers left in the translucent glass vase
the sun does not reach and no water is given
what poor excuse have we for not saving their face
later we say, be patient, calm down
not caring about the desperation in the voice
put on hold the life as if it lasts forever
not realizing the impact of our pausing choice
a weight held up cannot be told to wait
a purpose cannot be told it's the same as fate
watch the pace of Mr Time
see that he stops for no pause, no cause
he swiftly runs alongside both god and devil
Time brings out both strengths and flaws
the
If I could kill you
I'd put you in a vase
and put you in your place
up on my mantle
I'd light a fire under you
keep you locked inside your den
and tell you who I am
without your input
no commands will I take from you
on anger and on the hatred
no, no longer will I stew
I'm tired of that mixed brew
Can you remember
A time you asked me please
while bent down on your knees
and asked for more
Like Oliver. You never ask for more
Well you've never asked for more
Now I ask you
why did you go for me
did you think you could bounce me on you knee
just call me baby why dont you
why dont you
Well I've come to conclude
Instead of crawling on the groun
cover up and come in close
so near that we can feel and we can hear
whispered words send pin-wheels whirling
melt my clothes with a touch of feeling
just lay back and watch that ceiling fan spinning
I find myself calm and comfortable
knowing she lives inside my sand castle tower
for some reason she always thinks of me
not of the rain's destructive power
the satellites send you down from the air
and that is how I listen to softened tones
in a mix of curious desire, of wanting
the love from it's wistful little moans
I place my head down on a pillow
to keep myself from toppling over heavy.
I try to steal the wooden clock's time
so love de
I bought two plots in hell today, one for me and one for you. They over look a glassy pond and a meadow that shines like dew.
I'll meet you there in the summer and skip around holding your little hand. Laying you down I'll throw daisies in the air, on you they will softly land.
We'll smell the air with a breath of relief. No pain, no sorrow, no isolated grief.
There is one thing though that I think I should say. For these two plots I did dearly pay.
I bought them from a man in a grey pin stripe suit. I lost everything, my emotions this goat did dilute.
He stole my spirit and he stripped my soul. I begged him to refrain from you but on me
The end where no more can be by only2chambers, literature
Literature
The end where no more can be
cornered by a dead end idea
I stand staring ninety degrees
I hate rotating my eager steps
so if you can, help me out please
explain why the mind reacts on sorrow
when it sees the sun set without regret
it hits the horizon and the blood splatters on the clouds
now please tell me what makes it so hard to forget
suffering never made much sense
when it summons the young and weak
attacked but an authorities storm
how sad I am, for a child's future seems bleak
the child who weeps alone, in a bed made of shame
wounded by selfish desertion by those who gave the child the blame
just pray it doesn't end
with the the cycle reciting the same
I know
no flowers were grown by only2chambers, literature
Literature
no flowers were grown
It's dead they said when I came of age.
The church pews are empty, the cake makers dead.
"Your flowers were never planted" they straight faced said.
No royal red dress friends, no penguins in line
no ring to the famous 'I do" chime.
They ruined the earth, no happy parks
where the families met
to pay there respects.
Have you seen one before?
people would tell of the tales,
of ancient times, when they were given in droves,
as an audience cried in emotional rows, upon rows, upon rows.
A union now was a joke people told
a cursed was muttered when a blessing was wanted
no need to kneel, no nervousness to feel
a spirit laid dead as they
I led you to an iron chair on a patio in the sun
ice in a glass, no need for shade
at length we paused as if a child we saved
"How insignificant we are" you said under your breath
this moment has told us we would never see death
blue sky opened the mind, you felt warmer than ever
we stared as far as the light takes our sight
I felt the air become thinner when you sighed so deep
the earth seem to react as you breathed out your past
goose bump hills as a backdrop and we are the only cast
so now it's just us in a setting so fitting
your anxious I know, thats the impression I'm getting
the future frightens most if not all
everyone is so worried