John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Poet I do not know?

The Clown the Fool and Me

Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.

Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.

The page lay beaten only to be erased.

the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles 
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare  and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.

Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.

These long nights breed anger and that page takes  the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only 
for the approval  of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.

For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who 
wasnt good to start with.

I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list  or kissing someone's rearend just 
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.

Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate  for  the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing  and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.

The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty 
as the page that sit's befor him.

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Sheol Moribund November 23, 2009 at 9:16 AM Greetings & Salutations John: I connected on several things in this poem. (1) Confessions to empty walls (2) writings that were thrown away (3) Trying to write in order to win the approval of people. In the end, you should put down on paper the things that mean something to you (you do!) and most importantly...being sincere (you are) . Great poem. Yours truly: Sheol

Noura Nagy September 23, 2009 at 5:22 AM more than a brilliant peace pf art , very inspiring title , really loved it :) Noura

Julie Loveless August 31, 2009 at 12:50 PM Great poem baby, I love you!

Sara Kendrick August 31, 2009 at 6:39 AM Writing it downs helps to clarify our thoughts whether anyone reads it or not. This was interesting thoughts put to pen and much food for thought. Keep writing. Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown August 31, 2009 at 6:33 AM Sensational writing this morning John. Love, Carol

Charlene Bird August 31, 2009 at 6:05 AM John, great writing, we all can feel like we have nothing to offer at times, but, the inspiration will come to our door once again and the pen will flow freely. Looks like you did it again with this excellent write John.

Charmaine Chircop August 30, 2009 at 11:30 PM you're not a jerk,you re a talented poet a good friend,you are the clown who makes uas love through your literature,you re the man who writes romance so well.and you re definitely not a fool..........well penned,outstanding and a favs too--charma:)