When I used to be an angel...
I used to fly to the highest mountain tops and say hello to the bright rising sun, "Hello." And the sun would sheepishly grin and say, "Hello" back. It was not wrong. It was right.
Dear Beautiful Sun, Jojo misses you. Jojo misses your bright smiling face with your beautiful golden rays streaming behind you. Why don't you speak with me anymore, like you used to? Did I do something wrong? Have I been a bad gorilla? I can change.
Jojo does not want to fight anymore, Jojo just wants to love the dancing humming bees and the sky flowers with the cool cool river music. He is strong, not weak. Jojo loves the beauty and he kisses it with his eyelashes. Beautiful river, will you not come and sit next to Jojo? Will you not let me listen to your beautiful song? I will listen. I promise. And I will not make fun of you. Not even a little.
In the name of the good gorilla who lives far far away in Heaven. Amen.
About Me
- Jojo - is angry.
- This is me, Jojo. I'm with my protection. Loud. Sometimes Jojo has very, very deep thoughts. Sometimes not. Sometimes those thoughts turn into screams. Sometimes the screams become laughs. Sometimes the screams do not become laughs. What else could be said about all of humanity?
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Who is the "Dear Beautiful Sun" you miss? Have you attempted to go and seek out the sun yourself?
"Who is the "Dear Beautiful Sun" you miss?"
It's the sun. But, the sun does not speak to Jojo anymore. It is silent. Not even a wink. not one.
Dear question, may I tell you a story? Thank you. A long, long time ago, Jojo was more handsome. His smiles were more beautiful. His eyes more clear. It's not so anymore.
Jojo used to see the sun with different eyeballs. jojo cannot describe how it used to be. cry cry cry. Jojo cries inside.
the sun was Jojo's karlon. There is no word for it, so I make a word. Jojo's karlon meant everything to him. His song. His thankfulness. His inner majesty. Karlon was very very good to Jojo. It made Jojo smile everyday. everyday. The sun was Jojo's karlon.
End of that story.
"Have you attempted to go and seek out the sun yourself?"
You have tried to solve the puzzle. well done. You are a good friend.
Question, I tried to reignite my karlon. But, unfortunately it has sailed away a long long time ago. Probably when I was born. I have looked deep deep inside, but I cannot find it. cannot. it will not come out. Jojo wishes his karlon was here.
Jojo does not understand why all the other monkeys are afraid when the sun has been here for so, so long. Maybe they can't see the sun.
Goodbye.
Damn. And here I thought the sun was me.
"Damn. And here I thought the sun was me."
Radiant starbeam of celestial delight, I crown you with kisses and blessed 'goodnights'.
Rain. Tickles your nose. Touches your lips and dances on your toes. "How good it feels to be alive!" That is you, deep inside.
Never let the energy fly away. For you are my dreams, my love, my precious way.
Sweet tender rose of breathless importance, I wish these things, for you this day.
Amen.
Nice poem. Did you write it yourself?
"Did you write it yourself?"
No, Jojo is ashamed. He did not write words alone.
I will allow the truth...A beautiful butterfly showed me what to write, by his dances. He wrote it. Not me.
Cry.Cry.Cry. Jojo has been found out.
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