Maniacal clown who juggles came to town on a fall day
He hid in a tent, sharpening his craft, in an expert way
What is he juggling? My cousin asked when he entered the stage
I think it’s bowling balls, I guessed, not wise or in any way sage.
In actuality, it was skulls, human ones, I am unhappy to say
We left with weird thoughts in our childhood heads that day
They were probably plastic I said to my cousin, right?
The maniacal clown grinned at us, his teeth were amazingly white.
Surely so, my cousin agreed, but we had nightmares that night.
Halloween the next day would not have given us more fright
We are both terrified of clowns now, killer clowns make sense to us
We do not talk about it, but both feel it, me and my cousin Gus.
Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead.
I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed.
Why do you have this weird feeling of dread?
He shrugged his shoulders, eating mom’s shortbread.
Sometimes Zed gets weird thoughts into his head.
Why can’t he keep them to himself instead?
It's the teal time of night
To my muse's delight
Playing my mind like a melody
Using my fears even my cheers
My tears my weird thoughts dreaming
When I think of her face
She floats away refusing to be seen
Where is she from is she simply me
In another form of indigo identity
Muse what a fool you make of me
Making songs from my personal purple psalms
That even I hide and shrink away from
For they are red raw and true blue
Unlike the public kind of face I grew
How she dances in my summertime mind
Never wintery for she likes it hot and heavy
Making me the princess of the night
With idea after idea denying sleep
What is your goal tonight mahogany muse
Is tonight's chore to help me choose
Love
Life
Trust
Time
I hear your laughter and join in
I feel your spirit and joy within
Are you an angel in training
Or just the part of me insaning
Man learns lesson hard way
Gets too close to mother bear and cubs
I see the headline but do I click?
The morbid side of me agrees with the curious side.
We really should see this.
But wait. My nightmares for years side reminds me.
What horribleness would we be seeing?
Does the mother bear eat the man’s head?
The morbid side smiles, thinking weird thoughts about this.
My true blue side kicks in and has the last word.
She knows how tender hearted I am, and how horrified I can be.
She has stayed up with me during nightmares that last years.
SHUT IT DOWN NOW! She commands.
I am relieved.
Nobody understands
No one can see
The person I am
It’s not really me
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew
The weird thoughts
Inside my head
Imagining the world
As if I was dead
Nobody understands
No one can see
The person I am
It’s not really me
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew
The weird thoughts
Inside my head
Imagining the world
As if I was dead
free breeze,
free mind,
free heart,
and free boldness,
all sail along the same projection as the world pins
them tighter together
We are red and sad,
as time rapidly tows by
And we notice that all we have is,
fees to pay,
weird thoughts,
health to compete with,
and rods to walk on,
till they blend
©kingfemi Oloidi
Inspired by Ryan Jackson
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