Poem: Call me Clown

This is another random poem. I was in the mood today after months of a dry spell. I hope you enjoy!









 

Call me Clown

Crazy foolish child

Leave dreams for drunks and bums

Every scholar knows faith should be dropped in a sea of wishes

Luck is much better to grab

Chance is the cousin of all

Breathe in the heavy sighs of a glass generation

We do it all our own, we are god.

Call me clown but

I hold on to a tightrope of hope

Base jump blindfolded from jagged mountains  of faith all smiles

Skydive from morality jets of promise

 into passing clouds of joy

“Laugh” as Favor falls with the glitter of the sunset

“Point” as the harlequin juggles small blessings big blessings, jaw dropping blessings in clear anointed hands

 Call me clown why don’t you?

I am running the race set before me.

Love bleeds from my heart

I run for you

Don’t have time to pitch a tent or get high

I’m needed on the road as all the rotten stuff passes me by.

I switched from floppy to mission trainers

 Now the finish line breaks more than tape and

Deters a final destination

? Who is laughing now?  Me.

written by "The Parable Girl" Camille Julien