Narcissus

these are all self-works, any comments/critiques(sp) welcome

~Puppeteering~
a lone puppet, dancing through the years
it stands alone, the strings worn--
the paint of his face, peels and smears..
asleep in the attic, he awaits the morn..

the children dont play.. they do not care..
they would cut his strings, allow him to lay..
lifeless, crumpled , yet not ceasing the stare..
from the empty, cold eyes, that hide dismay..

his owner, forgotten, dead and gone..
as is the puppets soul, thrown upstairs,
into the attic, dusty, a worn out pawn..
their show of emotion towards him rare..

the dance has faded, from his shoes..
still the soft tap, of his feet, heard from above..
the roof, where you are.. in sombre blues..
his dance of sweet sorrow, and the absence of love..

~Pale Existance~
The sky cries out,
Its screams enthralled with fire
anguish, hate, destruction
playing upon death's lyre

The moon remains calm
only soft footsteps stutter its existence
It dances like a puppet in the sky
for amusement, no resistance

The pale ocean, mangled,
scarred from the plague sweeping
across the globe, the damaged world,
Mother earth sits alone, eyes art weeping..

~Jest you Not~
If laughter is best medicine,
consider me a doctor..
dancing around in shenanigan
for your borèd proctor..

My cap, with bells
my coat of prismatic color
both of which contain my hells
of amusing others

If I dont make thee laugh,
In constant merry glee
than "off to the gallows" is the path
and that will be the end of me..

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Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake

J.R.V.A.

I like them. very good

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Angel

Whew!
Brilliant work. I really like your style.
Thank you for sharing.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus