I stand, where paths diverge,
With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge.
The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace,
Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s
Trace.
At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace,
Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space,
Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen,
The road ahead-a riddle,
Serene.
Branches murmur, leaves weave lore,
Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn.
Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths,
Right reveals a frontier, where wild seeds
Are sown
loiters in his car
a dad-mama's New Year gift
true homeless loser
peewee bald redneck goofy
merry andrew racist drum
JESTER
I act in a quizzical manner
Speak, like a joker
But nobody could ever try to discover,
That I’m just a smile-borrower
I used everything as a sort of merriment,
I’ll never stop though I’ll be an asphyxiating object
But if someone will calk my mouth with gravel,
I’ll thank him, for in silence I longed to travel.
I rest by…
Making a needless jest,
You tell me that I’m the best
‘Cause I made you forgets the test.
I will always be a merry-andrew;
A guffaw’s crew
And grin is always on my body’s menu
But joy will forever be missing in my heart’s quarto.
You always hear me laughing
But never heard the echo of my heart which is totally suffering,
You usually notice me smiling
But never see, my tears falling.
All what I am wearing is a kind of guile,
I used these just to walk some mile
Yet, I am wishing than even once in a while
I can wear a genuine smile.
I will be lost in my sanity
If no one will try to help me
‘Cause I really want to be,
That JESTER that you always see in me!
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