The only thing is still to see,
Is that outfit of that older me.
It suggests i was the clown,
and sometimes I still wear it ... movin around.
My eyes still on fire, pitchblack like my soul.
A rainbow of memory’s, forgotten to hold.
So what ever the color or shade that I touch.
I now know better, but better means that, and never to much.
And while my body is fallin in a never ending well.
My souls like a feather, climbing thru hell.
But nobody will see and I will never tell.
Just this few lines, would be all I could to spell.
So please think again
if you expect who I am
I sure would applause you, for all your believes,
but in the end it will be another damn grief
The clown left behind all his makeup and Nose
Left that costume, for what he’s supposed
Go on, and lay down that dying rose.
Near by my casket, empty, just fading cloths.
Some say it’s sad, to find that empty box of Joy
But look the box isn’t empty, oh what wonderful toy.
Its the turntables dancing and singing the sounds.
A poem of construction fulfilling the round.
Who am I, or who is me,
I want no answer, but who will it be.
I just want my freedom to live all my parts.
Never ruled by another, no tricks in my arts.
So you think it’s a sad melancholic story I told.
But the legend is raising, and clearing that old.
Not to be written for the long needed laughs.
Well please look again, you could go and find the forgotten half’s.
Strip off, the attachment is it gold or Platin.
Your rotten flesh is not to be seen.
More, is it more, and more is it again.
All buried dreams, of women and men.
It’s never just two, to be searched for and found.
Some pains just changed, remain loyale, stays forever around.
Your inner kingdom is there, far beloved home
My dear clown you was, and will never, be ever alone.
So Take a Deep breath and step all inside you to see,
although you are dying, you live and you free.
You don’t have to know it, but trust everything’s clear.
You far way much stronger, like your outside or inside appear.
The hell now is freezing, thats the Story we know.
Watch out for a reason, or catch fire to snow.
It’s that old magic story, follows wherever you go.
Your soul is your brand, what a wonderful glow.
Accept all your fears, just go with your flow.
Jump in to that ocean, with each wave you grow
If Neverland is maybe, forever or not,
all that you wished for, your perfect spot.
Now all that perfection you longed for to be,
Your spot hides inside you, just go blind and see.
In blindness unknown, the path that we go.
But trust in yourself and just take it slow.
I now can take in, each moment I live
And therefore enjoy every turn my soul give
All those fearful up and amazing down
My clown learned to ride them, I’m wearing the crown
This little decision, just changed the whole game.
The futures not written, but it’s written my name
Mckimbrough
12042018