Tears of a clown

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Old and tired he lives alone
The world forgot the love he shown.
A tear rolls down his saddened cheek
Once strong willed now getting weak.

Another chapter in his book
What did he write? Let’s take a look!
He wrote of goodness in mankind
And peace on earth within his time.

When love was pure and innocent
In God we trust that’s what it meant.
Our flag flown high we all were proud
Sat back relaxed and watched the clouds.

I closed the book to his surprise
Not looking up he did ask why.
There’s too much good in this book
You will not get a second look.

No one will spend the time to read
They want violence, crime, sex and greed.
The thousand goods that you have done
They’re all forgotten one by one.

You have to have an evil deed
And only one is all you need!
Rename the title as to read
You’ll be remembered guaranteed.

Once a clown his smile now gone
With tears of life and face withdrawn.
I hear him speak, a quiet voice
“Don’t mankind know~~ they have a choice.”

From Our Poetry Corner

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“You ever have that funny friend, the class-clown type, who one day just stopped being funny around you? Did it make you think they were depressed? Because it’s far more likely that, in reality, that was the first time they were comfortable enough around you to drop the act. The ones who kill themselves, well, they’re funny right up to the end….

Here’s how it works…

1. At an early age, you start hating yourself. Often it’s because you were abused, or just grew up in a broken home, or were rejected socially, or maybe you were just weird or fat or … whatever. You’re not like the other kids, the other kids don’t seem to like you, and you can usually detect that by age 5 or so.

2. At some point, usually at a very young age, you did something that got a laugh from the room. You made a joke or fell down, and you realized for the first time that you could get a positive reaction that way. Not genuine love or affection, mind you, just a reaction – one that is a step up from hatred and a thousand steps up from invisibility. One you could control.

3. You soon learned that being funny builds a perfect, impenetrable wall around you – a buffer that keeps anyone from getting too close. The more you hate yourself, the stronger you need to make the barrier and the further you have to push people away. In other words, the better you have to be at comedy.

4. In your formative years, you wind up creating a second, false you – a clown that can go out and represent you, outside the barrier. The clown is always joking, always “on,” always drawing all of the attention in order to prevent anyone from poking away at the barrier and finding the real person behind it. The clown is the life of the party, the classroom joker, the guy up on stage – as different from the “real” you as possible. Again, the goal is to create distance. You do it because if people hate the clown, who cares? That’s not the real you. So you’re protected. But the side effect is that if people love the clown … well, you know the truth. You know how different it’d be if they met the real you…

But there’s more. The jokes that keep the crowd happy – and keep the people around you at bay – come from inside you, and are dug painfully out of your own guts. You expose and examine your own insecurities, flaws, fears – all of that stuff makes the best fuel…

Did you ever have that funny friend, the class-clown type, who one day just stopped being funny around you?… Be there when they need you, and keep being there even when they stop being funny. Every time they make a joke around you, they’re doing it because they instinctively and reflexively think that’s what they need to do to make you like them. They’re afraid that the moment the laughter stops, all that’s left is that gross, awkward kid everyone hated on the playground, the one they’ve been hiding behind bricks all their adult life. If they come to you wanting to have a conversation about their problems, don’t drop hints that you wish they’d “lighten up.” It’s really easy to hear that as “Man, what happened to the clown? I liked him better…”

From Cracked

Rest in peace, Robin. The countless moments of joy and laughter you gave to others will never be forgotten…

From http://simono1968.wordpress.com


21 thoughts on “Tears of a clown

  1. bkpyett says:

    That was a lovely tribute! 🙂

  2. Mélanie says:

    RIP… I did mention his tragic death, too… he’s joined (the) “dead great actors society”…

  3. An incredible depth. And how I relate to that. Years of wanting that acceptance so that I didn’t feel that rejection, not realizing I was the one creating it by thinking I wasn’t good enough by just being me. So I created the clown so that they would laugh WITH me, not AT me. Not realizing the fine line my emotions took each time they didn’t laugh, thinking they didn’t like me. Torture in a mask. An incredible piece Otrazhenie, and a ‘knowing’ of that path within to write it. It gives a much deeper understanding of a great man. Tortured he may have been, but still gave out a light that will never be extinguished. A jewel in this world of pain, a giver of life by the laughter and healing that he produced. Thank you for sharing a very insightful post. Namaste

    • Otrazhenie says:

      Thanks for your insightful comment, Mark. He was a truly great man, loved by so many people. Not surprisingly, there were so many tributes written for him. It is a pity, that he might not have felt all that love, might not have realized how truly amazing he was…

  4. mrq2014 says:

    Very nice and moving tribute 🙂 …What an amazing actor R.I.P Robin

  5. A beautiful tribute. May he rest in peace at last.

  6. This was an absolutely amazing tribute to a wonderful, wonderful man. I couldn’t help but cry. I still have a hard time believing it. I pray that he’s found his peace at last. RIP Robin Williams.

  7. pndrgn99 says:

    robin’s wife reported that he was clean and sober having stopped both alcohol and drug use. He had kept the secret that he had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
    As for the rest I don’t know if Robin was an unpopular kid or only found acceptance by making people laugh.
    I do know that I grew up an odd duck on the social edge of each new town we moved into ( something that happened with extremely high frequency) eventually learning That almost everyone would laugh but that if you wanted to touch emotion that ran deeper. To maintain the child like innocence of being fully human is courageous, worth whatever it costs, and far too rare. It takes tremendous courage to feel life, its intensity of joy and its intensity of grief overwhelm most would dare to let them in. In the end all suicide is I suppose an expression of anger. A public and uncompromising “no” to the next moment of life. Whatever Robin’s last thoughts I would have him know that he brought light into my life and laughter and that I like August Rush Will keep faith listening to the music until it leads me home.

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