There was a moment in time once where I would welcome any opportunity to speak my piece, my heart, if only to rip it from my breast and toss it to your table bloodied and torn, declaring wildly 'look, how gloriously it beats to it's own drum! Even I can't control it's passions and delusions and murmurs'…but these days words iz cheap, and any 'ol chump can throw 'em round like darts…(a blab has become a blob has become a blog)…and just like the sci-fi movie from the 50's "The Blob", no one can figure out how to kill it or simply outrun it…we all just stand here transfixed, gaping at the lack of consciousness of something so unwilling to negotiate, it's only obvious intention seems to be a desire to absorb all in it's path…so with that, with what's left in my mind, I sacrifice these words to the gaping maw of The Void…
SO BEHOLD NOW THE SKY GATEWAY WHILE..
ENTERING UPON THE DIVINE WINGS OF TIME THAT AWAITS
AMIST THE INSPIRATIONAL WINDS OF CHANGE THAT BECKONS FORTH
A VOICE DIVINE HEARD CALLING FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE
OPENING STARGATE’S WINDOW TO TIME O ONCE MORE...
BY BRINGING FORTH A SACRED PASSIONSWORD OF PEACE TO...
All These Immortal Images Held Now & Forever...
Within The Magic Mirror Of Reflected Truth
Given Forth To All Who Seek Out The Truth.
So Do Not Give in to your own imagined fears.
& Don't waste a lifetime repressing yourselves
& deluding yourselves from the truths you had once envisioned.
Wecome to a Grand journey Enterprise Release
In continuum With The Wild Joker's Presentation
In The New Age of Cyber Terror...
Immortal Images Held Now & Forever Within
The Reign Of The Great Reign Reigning
-The Wild Joker
http://www.geocities.com/passionsword/index.html
& To All The Scaramouch Senators & Judges
Out There In Scaramucchia Land...
(For In The End The "Real Deal Bottom Line"
Joke will Be On You Not On Us)...
You Will now Be judged Yourselves Accordingly...
who will The big joke be on Then...
Judgement day comes & approaches like a howling wind.
Thus You have ultimately became the very thing you all
once morally raged against - a silent, self-deceiving
member of a decadent pretentious urbane society.
Yes, The Joke IS On YOU!
I Started A Joke
Eu comecei uma brincadeira
(Bee Gees)
I started a joke
Eu comecei uma brincadeira
Which started the whole world crying
Que fez o mundo começar a chorar
Oh but I didn't see
Oh mas eu não vi
That the joke was on me oh no
Que a brincadeira era comigo, oh não
And I started to cry
E eu comecei a chorar
Which started the whole world laughing
Que fez o mundo todo começar a sorrir
Oh If I'd only seen
Oh se eu apenas percebesse
That the joke was on me
Que a brincadeira era comigo
And I looked at the skies
E eu olhei para o céu,
Running my hands over my eyes
Passando minhas mãos em meus olhos
And I fell out of bed
E eu caí da cama
Cursing my head for things that I've said
Amaldiçoando minha mente pelas coisas que tenho dito.
'Till I finaly died
Até que finalmente morri,
Which started the whole world living
Que fez o mundo todo começar um viver
Oh If I'd only seen
Oh se eu apenas percebesse
That the joke was on me
Que a brincadeira era comigo
And I looked at the skies
E eu olhei para o céu
Running my hands over my eyes
Passando minhas mãos em meus olhos
And I fell out of bed
E eu caí da cama,
Cursing my head for things that I've said
Amaldiçoando minha mente pelas coisas que tenho dito.
'Till I finaly died
Até que finalmente morri,
Which started the whole world living
Que fez o mundo todo começar um viver
Oh If I'd only seen
Oh se eu apenas percebesse
That the joke was on me
Que a brincadeira era comigo
Oh no that the joke was on me...
Oh não, que a brincadeira eracomigo...
(Here It Is There Joker's Wild Passionsword Arena Fans)
I Started A Joke: An Interpretive Study
by Mary Lee Foote
http://www.napathon.net/IStartedAJoke.php
This song leaves naked, parts of the soul we tend to keep covered,
even from our own deeper selves.
We see in it, our own personal sins of omission that do not look so pretty in black and white and are even more haunting when presented in a package of understated music and single-voiced verse. Although I do see where the spiritual intonation peers through the lyric at us, I see here, too, the personal commentary of an inner moral dilemma being posed by the subject and the step by step process by which he rationalizes his justification for not following his inner personal voice. This person wants desperately to shed his etiquetted skin and stand on the purity of truth rather than cower in civilized silence in the face of injustice.
He theorizes the consequences of such an action on his part. He knows his statement will upset the world that, up to this point, was living comfortably in its own shallow self-deception. Because his view is so different from everyone else, he knows this will upset the sedate tranquility of those around him. In defensive retaliation, rather than re-examining, reforming, and admitting to the error of their ways, society would turn its collective, disdainful back on his statement and proclaim the fundamental truth he has exposed to be merely the folly of a prankster.
He goes on to see that he will not be taken seriously and cries in the frustration of being the only one who has had this vision of truth and reality. He feels alone and small in the cosmos. At this, he knows the world will take great delight in his outward appearance of weakness and defeat and in their arrogance he knows they will unite in crushing declamation and mercilessly taunt him wherever he goes, all the days of his life.
He looks up, seeking heavenly approval and resolve of the issue. He attempts to clear his eyes searching for a sign of the miraculous awakening of those around him. Just as he begins to dry his eyes in the faith that, because of his sincerity of heart, there will surely now be change, he tumbles out of his dream-state into reality. He falls hard from grace back into the moment.
The enormity of the entire situation crashes over him like a tidal wave as he sees the ramifications of what he has started by his simple statement of truth. He is paralyzed in thought and can no longer make sense of his own words as they drown in the whirlpool of confusion between human emotion and soulful truth. He eventually dies a broken man because he knows the truth but never pursued it to the fullest of its intent due to his lack of courage in his own personal convictions. He saw himself as wholly inadequate to challenge what he did not approve of in this world so he never stood up for what he believed in.
After his death, civilization perpetuates itself in its blithe ignorance, unscathed by the voice of truth he held within. He is gone, and with him, the potential threat he posed to a thinly-skinned euphoric society.
In the end, he sees that he had indeed been right and that society was truly wrong. He knows then, all too late, that he would have made a difference if only he had not given in to his own imagined fears.
He wasted a lifetime repressing himself and the truth he had once envisioned. He had become his own worst enemy. He had shackled his own soul down - not the society that he had tried to hold accountable for his lack of action. He ultimately became the very thing he once morally raged against - a silent, self-deceiving member of a pretentious urbane society.
Yes, the joke WAS on him.
Or Really Is The Bigger Joke Still On
a Lot Of You out There in Wild Joke-ster Land!!
The Wild Joker calls forth to One
and All To His...
Riddles of Perception held in Rhymes of Direction
(redirected for a tommorrow's divine consumption
taken back out from a past blast resumption)
Get It Yet!
The Wild Joker says the games have now begun
Away away has yesterdays security now been spun.
From out of a web of deception spins a new deal
so listen carefully to it's wonderfilled speal.
For a new game now will begin to start
to where and when the next installment will depart
upon it's merry fanciful way,
to make a point in which will stay
deep within the mind and soul,
to all it will effect it's toll
So if you think the networks deep,
then unto it's magic mirror you will peak.
at something within yourelves you'll but peep
within the knowledge that you seek.
For the next installment shall but be a blast
and upon the worlds stage it shall then but cast
it's dark shadow of despair in which it shall make
all the world quake within its wake.
so understand like before the clues shall be given
in this lifes passion play so driven
by need and want and of heartache too
so out from its sadness it shall but give forth a clue.
for within these riddles will ye but find
the answers to the questions in mind.
So here we go with a resounding clue
which shall now be given without further adue
What finishes last but sets the pace
is slow but fast but takes first place
within its hands you'll surely find
those things for which you'll surely bind.
Hidden within is the where and when of this place
in the wisdom of which you'll surely face.
Get the knowledge from within this riddle
and the Jokers wild will know your but worth a piddle.
the day draws near so get on it quick
before time flys in a slickety lick
For you didn't quite get it the time before
so within a rhyme it shall be brought to your door.
Thus to the wild jokers it's all but a game
just a story to be told all the same
of endless riddles and tricky rhyme
If you but seemingly find the time
To see within these marveled verses
Through your bitterness and curses
To see the riddle as a test at best
Like doves of peace they shall but make their nest.
So ready thyselves for the quest
For hope springs eternal from the chest,
For if you ignore these lines like before
Another failure awaits in store.
Thus the final curtain call doth call
out to one and one unto all
So hurry to put upon your thinking caps
For unto the chase will bring out the maps.
Thus will you all begin to know
that what you reap is but what you'll sow.
thus within this test you'll hopefully begin to see
More clearly the moments that doth flee.
So there it is, hope you but like its case
For it's something which you all must face.
So hold on now to inspirations test
for it offers to liberty it's most cherished quest.
So you Better get on it lickety split
Before there's no more time to enter the pit.
Figure it out and you'll but win the prize
And be the surprise Hero in every ones eyes.
THE WILD JOKER
P.S.( Here's a little hint to hoax
your spinning mind will doth likely coax.)
The Terror within or the terror without
which is the most deadly without a doubt!
Thus Working away feverishly working away
Trying to pin down the place, time and day!
While the riddle thus ready's to have some fun
Basking itself in the glowing afternoon's sun.
Now Go Take a Look in The Wild Joker's Magic Mirror
Of Reflected Truth At The Truth That LIES Within...(Us All)
Thus May The "Connect the Jokers Dots..." Force &
The Force Of Sacred Truth Be With You All As "ONE"
Signed Happily Gladly Tragically & Sadly
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Sweet Over Bitter Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord
Fade Now To..."Come & See" For... I Started A Joke,
Which Started The Whole World Crying Oh But I Did See
That The Joke Was On You Too Oh Yes It Is... Black
In Memoriam to Maurice Gibb
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