Put me in a freak show
What do you see?
Go to big top
Pay the ******* fee

Be amazed  
Do not fear
Cover your eyes
I am not here

Laugh at the clown
See the liar
Fall to the ground
Death by the wire

Fly in the air
Swallow the sword
Cut in half
Missed the board

Lobster boy
Bearded lady
Strongest man
Nothing too shady

Lights go down
Big top fell
Scream of ******
Gone to hell

TIME FOR TEARS.
The cenotaph, a sea of memories and poppies.
Let us not forget these souls.
Remembrance service on the Mall,
God Bless each and everyone, upon this day of fall.
A sombre sobering thought.
A lump in my throat.
These brave souls always will have a special place within my heart.
And so they should always be remembered for brave acts and facing forced fire.
Without any choice.
Sleep well brave fellows of aged wars and modern wars.
Today I hold you in remembrance.
Poppy blessings on a bright Sunday in November!
(C) Livvi

Everything would come to an end,my love
             even the frenzied season of love we celebrate.
In loneliness I muse, dreamily
             pour the molten gold of my heart, incessantly
in to molds one after another;
            on this one I don't have to remind myself not even once,
in my consciousness  this abstract is darkly painted
                 on it's live silvery screen:

She sits waiting patiently for me to come to rest,
                 in that secluded, quiet house
where love and longing, sighs and moans,
                  even the poetic cadence, my only aphrodisiac,
like many hued evening clouds,
                       disappear in the dark, till the next day dawns.

You are the book written by the mystic eternal,
in sub atomic particles of each and everything
after transcending the limits of time,
on the wings of the thought in the primordial core,
that witnessed the seeds being sowed in the beginning.

I am entrenched in the inner urge of the spread of everything,
the surge of cosmic mind, all the five elements
the Brahman, most sublime, omnipresent,
at once, inert and omnipotent, a feat one of a kind
the waves of music, the subtle "ÄUM" containing all,
even when the symphony begins, and climbs to the crescendo
when self and the Master, my cosmic significant other,
merge in YOGA, the ocean, the confluence of consciousness.

"Catching him in his utmost real expression is almost impossible"
She sinks in despair,he manifests hydra-headed,beyond her grasp.
He doesn't fight contradictions; seeds sown for diverse harvests are  him.
He plants a  fervent kiss on her lips,"This is patented you" she concedes .

let everything go
at a glowing moment's prompt,
no looking back to the paths
that went winding through
the landscapes, both  barren and verdant.
Slowly started to fall
from nowhere to nowhere
like the flow of a symphony
heart rending, rising to a crescendo.

Touched the acme. Gently

started to fall like an ice flake,
simultaneously freezing and melting,
as if not yet decided what is the best,
don't know how long it kept
going on like a dream sequence,
though never moved a bit.

then--

eternal, shining moment
like a rainbow arch appeared at
the mind's horizon.
All illusions dissolved
like  vaporous clouds  in the blue sky.
visions of many worlds
merged in to one.
felt the light that engulfed
has a voice,
dissolved self is in it
as it's lilt.

She never moans, weeps, sighs or sings his paeans,
as one would expect, seeing her ardor at it's peak
how could he still just be the receiver of her ****** mastery,
without all of that intermittently let out loud, without shame!

He feels compelled to look at her with a sense of thankful awe,
she, no doubt, is in a plane far far above, any classification,
just not a  participator or receiver , she is the moment itself,
on it's shining wings, ascending  to the rarefied air, ethereal
see, the look of self abandonment, on her intense  lovely face,
that tells all, a flight defying limits of time, a leap yet again.

Airborne still, this moment aloft is simply magical
in perpetual motion from a moment in the past
when I start to swing, it's a journey, back and forth
to a past  which,I can only visit hovering above
and a future , just an apparition, vague in the horizon,
can't be certain what it would bring, unless I would
make it happen wishing deep inspired by  my vision ,
gathered from my experiences in the swing flying.

Time, lends me the wings that fly me, this vision is all
I have to rely on, to make things happen before
the swing finally slows down before the setting sun.