looking and circus

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rant, poem, read this

Submitted: February 14, 2010

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my ides do lay in eyes thier laziness

Is like a pantamimes right to silence.

Where falls the circus tent of time

and I am over tired and sleep by

dangling from hights my trapeze dreams

Like an alarm clock hit the circus net

a first fall and a first catch spent.

Juggling thoughts past the audience

of myself watching me and I am many objects

of affection to pass the moments in the void

of true illusions toy.

Wake falling as the human cannonball falls

why do I have withdrawls

fire dances

past lifes circumstances,

Yet I manage to walk the tight rope of life

and still as a modern man survive

though just by a stilt

the unfolding silk

guides the body

to its ultimate release.

Yet I learned

Everyone jumps, but one must wait their turn.


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