Bitter words
The artists are all starving
The television is crying static
Calling to the gods
There are still a few
thoughts left within this cage
Writing at night,
minds wander
Count the sheep jumping
wandering deeper
With a freshly painted face
born again
When will this parody ever end?
Words arranged by a mad jester
Trapped inside
A Mirror facing the wall
In the style of a comedic philosophy
High on understanding
That all is not what it's meant to be
The mirror image
Laughs like some madman
As he stares into the eyes of time
The poet
& his soft charade of wisdom
was seen like a plastic flower
Just because he writes the words
Does that make him the king?
Or just the fool
One step ahead and mocking the innocence
With words facing the mirror
It made perfect sense
In divine comedic form
Like a suicide by a water gun
or jumping deep within in the river of madness
Like a white painted naked clown seen after midnight
Like the mad joker and his suitcase full of vengeful ideas
Used to cleanse the mirror of reality and show the world as it really is
About the Creator
Joe King
"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison
These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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