The Rain and the Dance

As he cried, she danced in the shower of his tears.

The Joker

The stage is set. The performers have performed. The audience have been through the adventure, the magic, the thrill. Yet it isnt enough. It can never be without another performance, the performance for which everybody is here.

After a short wait, the curtain is raised again, the performer you've been waiting for walks in. And without speaking a word, makes you smile at the least. And he begins, begins the show, the real show for you. You laugh, you laugh and you laugh.

With a smile on the face

With his actions full of laughing grace

And his intentions clear

He is gonna make you laugh oh dear

His performance is unmatched

He gives you a laugh undetached

He ends the show on a happy note

While he goes back with emotions afloat

The show is over

So is his smile

All he had to do

Was only for a while

Now he is by himself

All alone, and his mask on the shelf

He makes you laugh

When in a crowd

When by himself

In tears he's drowned

He walks in the rain

So that no one sees

That false is his laughter

And untrue his glee's

When the sun rises

Its another day

When he cheats himself with his mask

And keeps his emotions at bay

The show never stops,

Neither will he

He will still make you happy

Till his last breath flees

He will always make you laugh

Laughed upon

Laughed at

And everyone will always wonder

Can he ever be sad?

When he gets old or predictable,

He will be replaced

Even when he dies

No one cares as someone else will take his place!

The Phoenix

O high I'll rise

From all those lies

From all those cries

Just before it's sunrise

O high I'll rise

From the way you despise

From the way you surprise

I sure will rise

Even if I hafta wait for another sunrise

O high I'll rise

And fly in the skies

And all the pain will subside

Before i go dry

Yes I'll rise

From the ashes left behind

Oh yes I'll rise

When it's sunrise

Me, Myself and My Glass

As i sit here,

With my glass.

I wonder of the day that just passed.

There's so much to say,

There's so much to talk,

There's so much to feel,

It's all too dark.

Not a word exchanged, not a feeling escaped.

Not a moment passed by, not a sign of a cry.

As i sit here,

With my glass,

I wonder about the day that just passed.

I look myself in the eye

But i still cant see

I stare at my emotions, which i cant flee

I shrug my being, left behind

I rattle my head, all i have is an empty mind.

And as i sit here with my glass

It calls my name

The only thing that called for me....what a shame!

It screamed out loud to fill it up

I smiled back, cuz another would be a bottoms up :)