Writing the tears of a Jester

puzzlingpemberley:

people were born from hypocrisy 

we are cruel

we are loving

we are selfish

we are altruistic

we are imbeciles

we are brilliant

we are mortal

we are infinite

so what else could we be but human?

My latest ‘interrogator’ is French and speaks English with a heavy accent. He mumbles his thoughts on me into a recorder, speaking in his native tongue.

What he has failed to realise, or read from my notes, is that I speak fluent French.

“Un imbécile enseigne le farceur”

Just because I am a Jester who wears harlequin

and I face the world with twisted smile

does not mean I am a fool! 

“ne me traitez pas en tant que clown”

whatlovelybones:

I am done with you now. You shall hold no more power in my universe, nor shall you occupy even one more moment of my time, one more beat of my heart. Was it worth it? Not particularly…

etherlighter:

This damn city! Do suppress the brickman-
He thinks he’d build a tranquil Castle in the Air.
But he’s as crazy as the fervent children
Putting plastic trinkets in their hair!

What do we adorn! Oh, litter, hills, dales-
Chaos does prevail. With a broom, no one
Drags our war to heaven, and streets weeping
With the bare remainder of the broken sun.

etherlighter:

Tendrils trace the tender branches,
Limbs that loop around ten suns.
Dandelion rise, hot currents
Waft as strings around each one.

Weeping honey for the punters,
Choir of the supple sound.
Drenched and dry the trees are yellow;
Simple yellow all around.

Chains of perfect pipes skim students,
Leaking galvanized arrays!
Yellow willow hollow mellow-
Smile on the mayor’s face.

Nomadic mariners set adrift  
     faceless names in failing ships  
          endless tacks with little breeze  
lonely barques on a cyber sea. 

Two bows brush in darkest night  
     two hands touch in briefest flight  
          two souls meet unwittingly 
explorers adrift on a cyber sea. 

Two crafts merge as a single ship 
     wanderers joined in passion’s grip  
          undiscovered ghostly entities  
loosely anchored on a cyber sea.

Grasping sailors cling ‘til dawn 

   when both breath and site are gone.

      Love’s mystery carved out so brutally 

forever separated on a cyber sea.

Spectral lovers fleeing their pasts  
     two bleak futures lashed to the mast  
          return to port as love’s debris 
floating…..burning on a cyber sea. 

I’m exhausted, love…utterly worn down, ground down, ground to dust. 
I don’t need to be held so much as inhaled. 
Rolled in. Dusted over your skin after a long hot bath. I want you 
to walk about in the world lightly scented 
with a fine, dry coating of me all over, smoothing your skin.

I want there to be nothing left behind of me 
when you get up and dress again, to 
play a vanishing act, that’s what, 
by sinking into your pores.

And you’d blow the specks of dust all back 
together again after you’ve gone past customs at the end… 
and kiss my lips back into warm, beating life… 
I think I could want that, at length. 
Reconstitution. After a suitable amount of mindless, selfless repose 
within and all over you.

If I touch you,
Could your lips draw closed for a time
And your mind open up enough to feel
the power of my spirit touching you through
the gentle caress of my hands.

If I touch you,
my mouth against the gentle curve of your neck
Could you resist the desire to
scream out my name
and allow your soul to call out to mine

If I touch you,
My hands kneading your breast
Caressing you as gently as a
Tender babe nestled there
Could you lay in the stillness
As the fire begins to rage inside
And nature calls you and I to a beautiful, wonderful dance
As natural as the breath we breathe

If I touch you…and I long to touch you
And whisper to you, 
And my hands find their way to the
sweet fullness of your ample thighs
And my hands find the core of you
Wet, tingling, alive
Like a warm river in summer
Echoing life, filled with passion

Could you simply close your eyes and take me inside
Your life, your love, your being
Completely, totally, eternally

Simply…
If I Touch You

Your touches are lingering twilight, 
purple-smudged on valley edges. 
Your fingers walk like trees on the spines 
of my back, porcupine tickles and teases.

Your mouth is a separate place, 
a quiet dwelling in the rushes. 
Otter-sleek, your tongue slides into hollows, 
hides, and seeks a maple sweetness.

Your hands are webs and nests 
places to come home. Rest beneath 
The protective shell of knuckles and fine bones; 
a network of skill and grace.

You are my native land, and I 
am new territory to conquer and claim. 
Together we make a new-leaf bed 
in the treetops of encroaching night.

Fingertips
locked in a mutual trance
nerve endings throbbing 
with pornographic designs
straining insistent
tumescent against skin
swelling chafing 
at the finger’s binding ring
cursing
cursing
but keeping
the plain brown wrapper of propriety.

A mere touch 
in the visible universe
an imperceptible flutter held
three breaths longer than proper
raining fireballs
bright as Oppenheimer’s suns
melting ice caps 
from north pole to south
in the frozen geography
of the unseen universe in me.

Anonymous asked: The "You" in your writings, it seems like its someone you care about a lot. Their quite lucky to have you.

YOU is probably the kindest person it has been my pleasure to know but, just at the moment, both our lives are a little askew. Emotions run high when other pressures are introduced but I am sure we will work it out and be much the stronger for it.

Thank you so much for the compliment!!

Something has come up that has totally and utterly stopped me in my tracks. Something amazing and awe-inspiring, but at the same time scary and life-changing.

I was allowed only hours to make the most complex of decisions but am now being castigated as the bad person because I didn’t immediately reply. Only you know what it is, but please, don’t hold a loaded gun to my head and expect me not to duck.

I may have let you down, been unavailable at that precise moment, but you, especially you, know where I am and what I am having to deal with. I have been always honest and it may be weeks or possibly months before I am in a place where I could make that decision.

Please don’t hate me, I am but mortal, and you know that you alone have my heart, my whole. Let’s work it through together.

When my friendship and love were put to the test tonight, I failed so miserably and now I might as well be shooting rubber bands at the stars.

YOU needed me, YOU were screaming in desperation but, due to medication and the whole fucking time difference thing, I couldn’t hear you. YOU were there when I needed you most but I was unable to return the same dedication. 

If you look up at the moon, you will see ‘I’M SORRY’ written there - I always said I wanted to spray graffiti on it.

I hope that you are holding on and I just want you to know just how much I care and love YOU.