Come in, come in and enjoy the fun, the fun will begin when it is done.
My dream was all in rime. There were no breaks at any time.
If you couldn't think of a rime, you would sing or mime.

There was this tall colourful clown
as I entered the show he sat me down.
His name was something I couldn't pronounce
but being his friend is what counts.

He was very mad and very sad,
he reminded me of the mad hatter,
but crazier with his chatter.

I have a fear of polka dots, But Even more of forget me NOTS!*

I loved my dream, I wish I could have it again
that's why I wrote it down with this book and pen.
so ill always remember my crazy friend.

A circus ring this is, don't forget that just because,
the big top isn't there and you aren't in fancy clothes,
trained animals, all have taken human forms,clever disguises,
the ring master frequently changes,one often finds oneself at the
receiving end as someone or the other lashes out, immutable, it is!

Look at her killer smile, the flying trapeze is her favorite act.
The tiger that stands beside the girl is purring for now, but her roar
makes you sleepless day and night,one smells fear in the air.

The audience is silent,no smell of blood wafts, though impatiently
they sniff in the air, without any evil wish,think some animal,
will go berserk and a spectacle unexpected will unfold.
A circus ring is a place unpredictable, the tense moment
every one has predetermined, would be the best,
wait with bated breath,in this tent, life is a mystery , til the end.

When your children
Near berserk us;

When the maitre de
Would disapprove;

When the pastor
Stops the service

To ask your cut-ups
To stop and move,

I shrug my shoulders.
Don't grow nervous...

I buy, of course,
Though they don't deserve it....

When the ice cream vender
Tries to serve us....

Not my monkeys!
Not my circus!

So I would like to take a rest.

Because my hands are swollen
from writing your name
over and over and over again.

Because my eyes forgot how to blink
whenever I see you buy coffee
in that cafe along 7th street.

Because my ears only hear
your deep voice
and triggers the fault lines in my body
waiting to attack like an earthquake
and cause major damages including butterflies, no, dinosaurs in my stomach.

Because my nose hallucinates your smell.

Because my lips long to call you all day,
all night, every hour of my life.

My senses go crazy and becomes uncoordinated.
My knees go weaker and I can't move but still smile like an idiot at the thought of your being.
You make my head spin
and you make my heart twirl
like a circus girl.

There was a game she didn't know
she was playing.
It was subtle - a game of trickery and silver tongues;
                                                                                             a magic trick.

In one hand and out the other.

Her moves were innocent,
made in the name of friendship and understanding.
A big heart,
                       a warm soul,
                                                an easy target.
The magician smiled - sharp and bright - and proceeded to saw her in half.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

she stumbled, she bled, she tripped and she fell.
she didn't win the game -
                                                didn't even place.
She got distracted by the smooth talking wolf in a tuxedo and cape.

I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.

                                               Game over.
                                                 You Win.
                            She limps off stage and is forgotten.

Sometimes balancing on a rope
            is easier than being alive

Like walking on a tightrope
Thinner than grass
There's no nets below
Better save my ***
Keep your head up high and don't look down

I look

All i see are frowns
There frowning at me
Why are they frowning at me?
What did i do?
I've  been through so much, I think i'm almost there
But the tightrope it stretches
I'll keep walking, but its not fair

The people below want me to end my life
They say "I'm not worth it" "Why go through this strife?"
Death is not the answer
Not for me anyways

So I'll keep walking this tightrope
No matter how far
I'll make it, you'll see
*Just watch me.

I left my life to join the circus only to find that the animals were louder than my demons.
I left my life to go swimming with my inner friends only to find that they drowned out my real self.
I left my life to keep running from my own two feet only to find that they'll never be away from me.

Emotions-Their like small little magic tricks inside you.
Your happy one second and then bam their magic act begins.
Your all of the sudden a part of a life long act.
You don't have a choice your just the puppet to play with.
Once they turn their card your emotions are the play.
Your clown of card is playing them but never drops them for your emotions to be displaced.
But your clowns favorite cards are your sadness and pain.
Your stuck on strings being your puppet for a show.
Being paraded around like some kind of act.
But wait you are.
You are the only part of the act everyone comes to see.
They come to see which card of emotions is next and laugh when you get hurt once again.
No one cares to cut the strings to let you be free.
Cause then where would there puppet of tears be?
-Mickie Rouxe-

I am Bear Lady
and you are Toucan Man —
Fur and feathered backs
against a striped tent.
Cut-off like tickets,
crowds melting Dali-like
in the distance
from crystalline eyes,
frozen in time…

Wings graze skin and
fur can’t compete.
The electricity of
our eccentricity
is freakish,
yet with every touch,
I feel less like a freak.
My history
of hoop jumping
tightrope walking,
and captivity
dissolve transparently
as I search deep,
                deep,
            deep,
into supernova eyes —
they outshine
this circus life,
this love for applause,
the performance inside.

As I gaze into
frozen pools,
the broken chords
of carny music
da da da-da-da-da drown.
The morning quiet,
muddled coffee grinds
are sensitive and silent,
chilling me to the soul.
Earth, a peripheral,
to pupils that absorb
mine full-force,
until I can’t see
this galaxy anymore,
save green starbursts,
my light source.