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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Perfect Jester
[time] => 2003-11-14 07:14:49
[hometext] => Games Games and more games ¬_¬
[bodytext] => You hang over me,
Like a rain cloud,
Yet you are perfection,
A perfect mirror image,
Of myself, Laughing.
With your playing cards,
And puzzle boxes,
You name the game,
You make the rules,
I play along.
Round 1,
This game is my life,
You draw my cards,
Loyalty, Trust, Love,
Heartbreak, back 5 spaces,
I play along.
Round 2,
This game is my dreams,
First, You enquire,
Hope, Desire, Lust,
Failure, Back again,
I play along.
Round 3,
You hand me a puzzle,
You say it forms my dreams,
The pieces are shattered,
They slice my skin at a touch,
Back again,
I play along.
By now,
I have grown bored,
Of your games,
Of your taunting,
Yet your still here,
Grinning,
I dont want to play.
You're growing tiresome,
Of your own games,
You dont want to play,
And you leave me here,
With my shattered dreams,
And blood stained fingers.
I imagin you now,
To still be playing,
With your cards,
And puzzle boxes,
At someone elses expense,
The perfect jester.
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The Perfect Jester
Contributed by
Sweet-Poison
on
Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 07:14:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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You hang over me,
Like a rain cloud,
Yet you are perfection,
A perfect mirror image,
Of myself, Laughing.
With your playing cards,
And puzzle boxes,
You name the game,
You make the rules,
I play along.
Round 1,
This game is my life,
You draw my cards,
Loyalty, Trust, Love,
Heartbreak, back 5 spaces,
I play along.
Round 2,
This game is my dreams,
First, You enquire,
Hope, Desire, Lust,
Failure, Back again,
I play along.
Round 3,
You hand me a puzzle,
You say it forms my dreams,
The pieces are shattered,
They slice my skin at a touch,
Back again,
I play along.
By now,
I have grown bored,
Of your games,
Of your taunting,
Yet your still here,
Grinning,
I dont want to play.
You're growing tiresome,
Of your own games,
You dont want to play,
And you leave me here,
With my shattered dreams,
And blood stained fingers.
I imagin you now,
To still be playing,
With your cards,
And puzzle boxes,
At someone elses expense,
The perfect jester.
Copyright ©
Sweet-Poison
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2003-11-14 07:14:49] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Perfect Jester
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 08:24:55 AM AEST (User
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What a unique metaphor and so well constructed.
I've written a few about the vagaries of love
but not in this form.
I was just surfing the site this morning taking the first name on the contributing list. I''ll go back and do a few more of yours.
If you want to make comparisons two of mine you might like are.....................Ah er no...........
there are a few too many........Take your pick.
Possibly "The way we were" ........ It's divided in a similar way
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Re: The Perfect Jester
(User Rating: 1 ) by SkYYBLu on
Monday, 8th December 2003 @ 03:53:51 PM AEST (User
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I liked the way you portrade a relationship; by playing a game. It's pretty cool! :) |
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