(Happy) Birthday.

I'm only 23 for,
Another day at the most.
I'm feeling crazy.
And I think that,
You need to clear the coast.

I've spent 2 years,
Dancing.
To the tunes she used to play.

Now it's my turn,
It's my chance.
To live it my own way.

So why don't you take me,
On a ride through wonderland.
Why won't you lend,
Lend me a hand?

I wanna go.
Get this out of my system.
Before I get old,
Too old for this.
I wanna go.
Explore your mystery,
I think I'm old,
Just old enough.

You've heard all my stories,
Of days long ago.

I've told you my secrets,
There's little,
That I think you don't know.

It's only fair that,
You show me.
The world I want to see.

And I promise,
You'll be happy.
As long as you're with me.

So come let me take you,
On a trip through wonderland.
All you need to do,
Is hold my hand.

So we can go,
Get this out of our system.
Before we get old,
Older than this.
I'm sure we can go,
Explore this mystery.
I think we're old,
Or just old enough.

Wrath.

He tried to smoke away his pain,
And burn away his tears.
Held the glass in a mottled fist,
To somehow drown his fears.

He swore he wouldn’t go,
Till the song was sung.
Till the story had been told,
And the bell was rung.

If only he’d been smarter,
She’d still be there.
Instead of broken glass,
He’d feel her golden hair.

But the time has passed on,
And the book is writ.
The shrouded hand of fate,
Has been venomously bit.

On a silent summer day,
He can still recall.
When the wind was still warm,
As the leaves began fall.

As the sun found the horizon,
He’d found her arms.
In the midst of a storm,
She was an island of calm.

But he was arrogant and a fool,
As time would soon show.
When with the touch of a gun,
Her blood began to flow.

It wasn’t he who pulled the trigger,
He’d scream to the world.
It wasn’t her pleading cry,
That they had heard.

He claimed he did not do it,
He was an innocent man.
Even though they found her blood,
On his shirt and hands.

Those Men of God had judged him,
As the foulest of men.

They’d cast their blame upon him,
Time and again.

So he’d cradled sweet revenge,
Like the glass in his palms.
He’d waited time and again,
For the pain to pass.

But tonight was a darker night,
It was a time to prey.
Those who had judged him,
Would now have to pay.

He felt the familiar weight,
Of wood and cast lead.
He went on to cleanse the land,
With the purest dread.

Today he transcends the man,
As he walks his chosen path.
He embodies the seventh sin,
He becomes Wrath.

Note: This work happens to be connected to The Killer, which I wrote a while back. It's a prequel of sorts, if they even exist in poetry.

The Joker in the pack.

There are striking similarities between being a Joker in the 52 and one in real life.

It goes far deeper than just being a humour-monger and the centre of excitement. Like they say, there's a face I wear behind my grin. I prefer to think about it this way; the joker can be whatever he wants in a game of cards. In life, I much prefer the fun of keeping people guessing than being strapped down as one 'type'. Then, there's also the fact that there are only 2 jokers but 4 of every other card, which gives me a misplaced sense of uniqueness.

Add to that the fact that sometimes the joker is the most coveted and at other times he's completely excluded. This cruel twist of fate applies in real life with incredible accuracy and it's something that adds a touch of excitement to every tomorrow. Never knowing at what point in the hierarchy I stand makes me constantly push myself to move higher up in the scheme of things. All the while being the crazy fuck that the Joker is supposed to be.

Being the joker however, comes at a steep price. The constant clowning and unending need to stand apart begins to wear thin and if the façade cracks for even a moment, it all comes undone. So, despite being the apparent extrovert the Joker is the ultimate recluse who reveals himself only to a chosen few, if any.
It's a brilliant ruse that takes up an immense amount of exertion, but I've realized that if you constantly smile for no apparent reason that smile becomes a part of you. It makes you treasure moments that would otherwise pass you by and it gives you a sense of freedom and fuck-it-all that few have the privilege to experience.

So, in conclusion, I've realized that I thrive in ridicule and I enjoy keeping people guessing at exactly what I'm up to. It also feeds that insatiable urge within me to make people judge me in the first go, so that I can shatter that illusion later on.

Now whether the Joker comes out of on top in this game, we'll have to wait and see.

Whiskey dreams.

I've been getting high,

To keep these feelings down.

My head in the sky,

My knees on the ground.

In the arms of a stranger,

I've found myself alone.

Far from her eyes so tender,

Forgotten and gone.

Now I'm so tired,

That I think I'm dying.

I'm so worn out,

Because I keep on trying.

I hope this weariness,

Gets the better of me.

The eternal sleep takes over,

And I can lay restfully.

When I was younger,

I was afraid.

Of falling in love,

And being unmade.

But now I'm older,

And I see what happens.

When chances are taken,

And your heart is open.

Now I'm so tired,

When my heart has been broken.

A stranger devil,

Has been awoken.

I hope this demon,

Gets the better of me.

I close my eyes,

And die peacefully.

The days grow darker,

And the nights they scream.

Through a smoke-filled mirror,

And my last whiskey dream.

In the midst of this sickness,

I will now be awake.

Time to fight the weakness,

There's new chances to take.

Now I'm so tired,

I grow weary of crying.

I'm taking the chances,

Or I'll die trying.

I won't let a broken heart,

Get the better of me.

I'll shed my old skin,

And find who I can be.

Discoveries.

I knew we'd lost it,
For a long time.

Maybe that's why,
I feel fine.

I'm sure there's nothing wrong,
With me.

I feel as happy,
As I could be.

I found my life,
But lost my love.
I don't care what I've become.
I found my life,
But lost my love.
I feel it's only just begun.

There's no emotions,
Where I come from.

Just illusions,
And a sad song.

I think they have a name,
For this feeling.

But I forget,
Because it's fleeting.

I found my life,
But lost my love.
I don't care what I've become.
I found my life,
But lost my love.
I feel it's only just begun.

Ashes high.

I left your lightless home,
In the dark of the night.

Holding on to a silhouette,
Wondering what is right.

A voice grew from my heart,
Painfully clear.

Tells me there's no need to cry,
This is no time for fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Time was on our side,
That's what we were told.

I believed every lie,
In the promises of old.

Now the time has passed us by,
There's silence here.

In this darker shade of night,
I find a lack of fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Don't look around,
For a fake shade of blue sky.

Don't hold your breath,
The breeze won't bring me by.

Just hold back you tears,
Now it's my turn to cry.

What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
Starting with my heart.
What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll live again, from the start.

Life's looking up.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

I'm gonna wake up every morning,

Find some green leaves to burn.

Coz you never know how this game will play out.

And I don't wanna feel,

Like I missed my turn.

I'll be standing on the corner,

Watching the world go by.

I'll reach out for one of those teary eyes.

And tell them don't worry,

There's no need to cry.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

There's a million different reasons,

For a million different crimes.

But to spend my years writing dreary songs.

Seems like a waste,

Of words and rhyme.

So I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

The City (Incomplete)

The young and the old,
Hide in their homes.
They peek from the window,
Like Nero watched Rome.
Huddled together,
They're perfectly alone.
But this town has no Caesar nor savior.

The Godmen and saints,
Barter in hope.
At least they sell,
The right length of rope.
To hang our sorrows,
Or to happily choke.
When we run out of places to believe in.

The ghost of the past,
Is awakened everyday.
For words of comfort,
Provided we pay.
We listen to nothing,
That they all have to say.
But it's all just pointless knowledge.

The cry of a little girl,
Is drowned by pelted stones.
The name's of the innocent,
Burned with their bones.
She's killed in the street,
After being used by her own.
Their smile isn't laughter, it's madness.

The child under the bridge,
Holds a baby in her hands.
Her mother in the street,
Trying to understand.
Father and brother,
Lost to the land.
That is the story of this city.