Circus

Running through the rain
With the soundtrack playing in our heads
A thousand words I could have painted
To make things look like the dream.
Instead we paint the town red,
And laugh out loud like coloured clowns,
Say good morning to our neighbours;
Entertain them by spinning out of orbit
While the lion tamer makes us jump through hoops.
Prolific words speak volumes
Like the electric neon signs above,
That they could easily substitute with an exclamation mark
Gratification’s granted with a swing of the trapeze.
And they would never see it coming
Because I can’t express it still,
So we keep on, keep on running
Around the myriad ideas bent
That bind us to this tent
A chance to get your fill.
“My crown is gravely broken”,
That’s what Jack told Jill,
So we keep on, keep on running
Till our legs give out
And all that’s left is doubt;
Pretentious crowded silence
And pieces of shattered talent
Scattered all about.

Revelation

The things that really matter in life are always the things we fail to see.
Often, I feel as though the more I age, the less they remain a part of me.
I walk through these things, everyday of course,
Succeeding in simply passing them by
As though they had never existed (a perfect example of a lie).
Just kept pushing them out of my way
Without fear, or emotion, or even a sigh.
You see,
I wanted them to kill me
Because, I wanted it to die.
And so I faked it then, I won’t fake it now
Though I’ve been faking it all of my life,
Until the day these things had decided to overlook me
Slicing me with its knife.
My smile cut in half
My face falling off
I couldn’t get up off the floor
And so I just sat
And began to cry
As though it had never rained before.
Since I didn’t get what I deserved
They chose to give me much more.
You see, I hated myself
And you would have hated me too
If you knew what I know
That I knew what you knew.
Without all of these things that keep you alive
You end up a statistic, or a suit,
Or even the cause of the effect that these things
Have had on you.
And although you’ve danced with all of these things
One million times before
The reason why they cease to remember you
Is the same reason you choose to ignore.
But I’m tired, so tired
Of trying to forget
These things I can no longer see
And so I feel that I won’t mind if
One day, they fade away
So long as they don’t forget me.

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A mess of unused words
Fill my living space
Reminding me of the precious time
I now have left to waste.
I contemplate the moves
Though can see but one step ahead
Before I feel myself
Shrinking
To a little less than a mistake
Left sitting on the side of my bed.
I get up and
Three moves later
Find myself heading for the kitchen
I must be hungry now
Make sure to bring my bag of thoughts
Cause I can’t remember where I’ve placed my things.

Bag Lady

Light it with a dream
Reality isn’t as dark
And it appears to be.
And if you think that you aren’t clean,
Pretend you're someone else
That smells minty fresh.
And don't forget to thank
The man upstairs when he tells you
That there are no rooms vacant
For saints like you anymore.
Pollution is a mind set,
That we seem to dwell upon
Take too much time
Not doing enough
But thinking of what to do.
Sleep through your days
Because they are not like you
And don’t approve.
Smile as though you’ve one a lifetime supply of happiness,
Then go bury you’re head in soil
And wait for the flowers to appear.
Everyone will think that you’re wearing a flowered hat
And smile at you even though you look a little less than normal.
Not because they approve,
But because you look a little less than normal.
That scares people;
They wouldn’t want to sleep next to you
And their children will never play with yours.
It's good you're sleeping on a bench
You wouldn't want to miss the stench
Of your success.

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Exhaling into a World that has defied me
I stand still to watch your face
Stare at me with its endless ways
An infinite praise to the gods
That allow my predicament
To exist and to unfold
Like pages from a book,
Like the back of the sun
That we shall never see
Because you and I
Shall never be
Amidst the dullness that surrounds us
Shading the moon, the stars, this room
So far
Bringing a comfort that smells too clean
Like the adds on the pages of a magazine
That sell that feeling, too fake to be
Our reality.

Lint

The lint clings on to your shirt
And if it fell, it would be hard
A long way down
To bury itself into
The dirty underground
On the surface of heavy steps
Invisible to anything but an ant
That sees it as a fallen cloud
Coming from the giants‘ sky.
Would end up flat and long and thin
Like a single thread
Again
Could knit a house if it had to
You’d wear it as a sweater
But you wouldn’t recognise it then
Because of the comfort colours
And the absence of its desperation
To make a safe place
For the sound of the voodoo drum
That beats just like your heart
One beat skips the half note
And couldn’t be full without the other
And lay all day waiting for a day
To watch it come together.

The Kingdom

Your senses are blinded by your thoughts
And you can’t run ahead
You’re thinking too straight for me, Hamlet
And I had mistaken you for a Prince
Because you wear the crown
On that vacantly subdued head
Your causes are no excuse
For the reaction you are about to receive
And I had loved you once
When I lived on my knees
When I scrubbed your Kingdom clean
With a cloth of misery
And a bucket of soapy discontent
As I wasn’t able to see
And though I only have one scent
My pleasures still belong to me
Still, like the face that you have learned to make
When you now look at me
Wearing your crown, the heavy one,
My foot placed on your cheek
And like the kiss that killed the enemy
Stab the remaining piece that broke away from me
Into your now vengeful heart.
Now, you will no longer stare at me
For I have ridden you of all your senses
To drive yourself mad with the thoughts you now have
As I remain a Queen.
Live and let die
Die and then cry
The King has killed his Queen
And I still sit in the solitude of my thoughts
Believing in her dream.

Suicide

Darker than the blackest night
I sat in my room still
And heard the whispers in the halls
Of angels that were ill.
They told me should I let them in
They would grant me my wish
But I forgot the sound of speech
And could not ask them in.
They told me they would let me stay
Should I give them a key
But I was too far from the door
To make them notice me.
They told me it would go away
If only I could cry
But my eyes seemed always wide asleep
And so they felt too dry.
They told me they would break the door
If I begged them to leave
And so I never said a word
And so forgot to breathe.

7 Sins

In this world I dare not call home
A crowded room, yet all alone
The wrath of me grows where I sit
A tempting sin, I must admit
Fed by friendly foes that proudly stand
As tall as trees (I’m in quicksand).
Envy resurrects the silently insane
While businessman seduces pretty dame.
Laughter arises from the fake and flawed,
Food, and drink, and I, as God
Watch them all, it’s Judgment Day!
Disguised in masks, I’ve come to play
And fool the greedy sinning class
Who drink Martinis in a glass
And dance all night with the devil wearing sloth
In Scarlet Red and Midnight Goth.
Yet, though I act like a perfect being
I’m influenced by what I’m seeing
And, as I’ve learned, Imitation is key
To sitting, unnoticed, in rooms like these.