A little of Roy's poetry

Trishaw Cat to the Moon
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Banging into dustbins
Jumping traffic lights
Penelope Pitstop on a Carriage Ride
The bicycle sat I, right by her side.
Step Right In, Step Right In
Take A Ride on My MagicaL Dream.
We'll paint the town Red
Said I, Said I
We'll bring down them ERP Signs.
I asked her
If she's Game for this.
She didn't blink an Eye.

On a Wild Stallion
"Tonight's the Night"
I Ride the Dragon Carriage
With Black Canopy Wings
Sabre Claws of Luminous Orange

The Condor lands on the Esplanade.
Searhing for a Prey.
Here comes little red riding hood.
The Vulture's Eyes Did See.
A Chilli Padi Dream
Excites his Purple Head
And Now it's Bloody Red
As its Beak Breaks Open
The Beast Unshyly Salivates




Joker

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The Joker is released.

When it's late time our Eyes will slowly close and we will drown into sleep.

Our Eyelids will Close like stage curtains.

On one side is the Audience.

The other side the Players.

Which one do we choose?

We have to support both sides.

So we must choose both.

We are both actors

As well as spectators.

Behind those eyelids

Lies a World of Infinite

Dimensions.

The spirits they don't sleep

Their Leader is the Joker

He loves all of us.

They're what we want to keep

Our Heart is their playpen.

So remember at night

Do carelessly forget to

Lock your garden gates.

Don't worry they won't cause you a trouble.

So you can keep your

Worries at bay.

They just want to come in and play.



Copyright Roy Payamal 2018
Happiness in a clown on the street // © 2013 Roy Payamal