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He wears a black and white striped mask with painted eyes
To cover the torn and bleeding sockets from which he cries
Checkered gloves hide his many scars
From the world beyond his mental cage, his invisible metal bars
Dancing in the hall of spades
The Jester feels no pain
He's a puppet of my very will
He dances again and again
The Jester's caught in the ropes he cannot see
I should cut them but instead I pull him closer to me
Making him dance
Dance, Jester
Dance for me
The Jester's act is over as I wander away
I don't stay to see the broken man of shame
He crawls into the corner shedding tears from damaged eyes
And yet the strings bind him tightly; he knows that he is mine
But as I return to him again
To watch him dance for me
I see a smile form across his face
A smile only I can see
Jester's just a dreamer's toy
Caught in the web of my past
Why can't I bring myself to take this knife
And cut him free at last
Because I love his masked face
The way he puts me in a trance
He is my muse to rid me of my memories
Dance, Jester, dance
The clock's bell is tolling
Tell me, what's the price
To pay for my unhappiness
Is it this Jester's life
Often I have wondered
Should I set the Jester free
But I can't bring myself to let him go
Because I love him, and he loves me
If I free him someone else will catch him
And cry, look at the freak!
They'll laugh and point and demand of him,
Dance, Jester, dance for me
But you don't have to worry, Jester dear
Dancing to a song no one can hear
I'll keep you safe from the outside world
So long as you dance, Jester
Dance once more for me
To cover the torn and bleeding sockets from which he cries
Checkered gloves hide his many scars
From the world beyond his mental cage, his invisible metal bars
Dancing in the hall of spades
The Jester feels no pain
He's a puppet of my very will
He dances again and again
The Jester's caught in the ropes he cannot see
I should cut them but instead I pull him closer to me
Making him dance
Dance, Jester
Dance for me
The Jester's act is over as I wander away
I don't stay to see the broken man of shame
He crawls into the corner shedding tears from damaged eyes
And yet the strings bind him tightly; he knows that he is mine
But as I return to him again
To watch him dance for me
I see a smile form across his face
A smile only I can see
Jester's just a dreamer's toy
Caught in the web of my past
Why can't I bring myself to take this knife
And cut him free at last
Because I love his masked face
The way he puts me in a trance
He is my muse to rid me of my memories
Dance, Jester, dance
The clock's bell is tolling
Tell me, what's the price
To pay for my unhappiness
Is it this Jester's life
Often I have wondered
Should I set the Jester free
But I can't bring myself to let him go
Because I love him, and he loves me
If I free him someone else will catch him
And cry, look at the freak!
They'll laugh and point and demand of him,
Dance, Jester, dance for me
But you don't have to worry, Jester dear
Dancing to a song no one can hear
I'll keep you safe from the outside world
So long as you dance, Jester
Dance once more for me
Literature
The Jester
I am the Jester,
without family or friends.
My life I spend acting,
aiming to mend.
I run through the castles,
echoing rhymes.
I skip through the hallways,
singing of times.
I stand at the feet of,
royalties pure.
My stories and lyrics,
My way to lure.
At the end of each day,
I leave with a poem.
Nobody knows,
that I have no home.
Literature
Chelsea Smile 1
Sorry, dear
Sorry it had to end like this
Dear loved one,
You looked so pretty
Can't you smile for me?
Maybe one last time?
That's so mean
You betrayed me
And now you won't even smile
All well,
I'll give you one
With this pretty knife,
This shiny razor,
Which do you prefer?
With a simple slice here,
And a simple slice there,
You'll smile
But now look,
You should be bleeding,
I can fix that
If I kick you,
If I punch you,
The smile will grow bigger,
And maybe you'll scream,
Oh definitely you'll scream,
Let's see that pretty Chelsea Smile
Literature
The Jester
"Dance a pretty jig for us! Dance for us," they cried.
And so I lifted pointed toes, and flung my arms out wide.
Cavorting over patterned tiles, marotte held in my hands -
For their delight I break myself, raked to tender strands.
The glist'ning throng cares naught for me, despite my heartfelt pranks;
"He has a cap and bells," one said. "He has no need of thanks."
I see her throned upon the stand, decked in twilight hue;
Her hair is moonlight spun with stars, her eyes a midnight blue.
She wants a dog, a dog I'll be - on all fours all the while;
A rooster next? Then that I'll do, if I can make her smile.
But smiles are cru
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This poem is basically about possession, and not wanting to let go. Using a Jester as the main interest to get the point across. A bit cruel, yet not to a great extent
© 2006 - 2024 cheshirecat-smile
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amazing ... you have inspiered me i havent writen in a wile but i guess i'm go to now amazing work
keep pening from Abi
keep pening from Abi