“I learned to love the fool in me. The one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes & loses often, lacks self-control, loves & hates, hurts & gets hurt, promises & breaks promises, laughs & cries.”
― Theodore Isaac Rubin
I walk into walls
to hear the laugh
I joke in church all the time
A practical jest at the funeral
A fly swimming in the wine
I play the clown at times of love
I cry when it has to end
It’s not a surprise that I spend most my time
in that old zone known as friend
I’ve felt the pain of memories
shared in times of drink
I’ve paid the tab cheerfully
I’ve spent nights in the clink
Yet far too often I’m alone
spent far too nights in my head
I’ve found myself often yearning for life
and sometimes I yearn to be dead
Still I’ll show you my laughter
The clown with a tear is cliché
I’ll use my pain as fuel for the tales
I someday will relay.
— G A Rosenberg
Balance Sigil by G A Rosenberg 
Harlequin’s Smile by G A Rosenberg 