Who holds the sands of time and a key of life in his hand,
manipulating our strings? The one who needs a reprimand!
Masked, the ultimate jester who keeps sun and moon apart.
Selfishly, he couldn't care less if he breaks a lover's heart
I'd turn his impish smile upside down so his lips wear a frown
and expose the jackanapes for what he is... a buffoon, a clown
Categories:
jackanapes, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.
Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!
This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.
As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.
Categories:
jackanapes, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme