WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away...

Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys

The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home,
Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ...

Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck,
Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine,
Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line!

Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?

There's a tiger in my crotch
An iguana on my ***
And I'm not sure if to stand up
Or stay put like a reptile at the sun,

I'd be better off killing those two.
And I might do it,
If not, I might end up turning into a circus house
And live like a clown.

we will pay for everything
in the future
we will pray for nothing
     I had dreamt a silver, shining  dream
once, but now that dream
is a mocking commercial
broadcast from dingy screens
beneath ozone depleting
lies
     we will pay
for living our lies
     we will pay increasingly growing prices
for increasingly decreasing substance
     I had dreamt a green leaf, blue sky
lie once, but now
that dream
is just chemicals in the water
     now trees are just a dream
now deer, now birds
now fish, and now
now there are no more words
no sounds of life, no thoughts
no lips to tremble
and nothing new for "God's" blundering
sons, nor for Her daughters
     now there are no forests, now no cities
     now there are no oceans, no airports
no drive-throughs, no "losers" to date
no lovers, , no families
no malls, bridges, or buildings
     now there are no could-bes
no factories, or flowers
     now there are no smiles, or tears
     now there are no old folks, or youngsters
     now there are no cars, no buses
no night clubs, parties, nor restaurants
classes, passes, nor tickets
no pillows, no blankets
no warm beds for sleep
     now there is no now whatsoever
nor is there a future
because all that remains
is a past that has passed
and some once weres
that cannot be remembered
     yes
we will pay for everything in the future
and then we will pray
for nothing

Twisted
and broken
Dancing
And limping
Your perfect puppet on strings,
Bowing
And
Bending
In time to your madness;
A tiny porcelain ballerina
Spinning on a pedestal,
As you orchestrate our final symphony.
My sweet,
Scary
Maestro of monsters,
My Conductor of Chaos
And pain,
I adore you-
My darlin,
My puddin.
Bleeding
and hopeful
Here I am,
Still,
By your side;
Your fondest hit
Your favorite toy to squeeze
(the life out of)
Your prisoner in love;
(Your good girl)
Begging for just a little more.
Heave me over the side
Again
Drown me in your molten insanity,
Push me under-
Just.
One.
More.
Time.
To feel the thrills,
The chills,
The danger;
The happiness
Of liberating manic laughter-
To feel the helpless despair
As I perform in your circus.
Here I am,
To beg a bullet
For these lips,
That praise your deeds,
And pray for release,
For a mutual destruction,
A final comedy written in blood.
I guess...
the joke is on me after all...
Right, Mr. J?

A history of the Earth for us,
Is like the history of the circus,
Pathos, film noir, comedic elements,
Vast global tragic wars aren't meant,
Home we are, the human circus,
How to destroy each and every one of us,
Still, nothing happened to us,
Safe on first, the human circus!

In good times people run side by side
In bad times spread just far and wide
In luxuries every girl wants to be bride
In difficult times even shadow to hide

World is strange place,a dangling deal
Where given injuries never ever heal
One can win who can put his real seal
World runs to them with sensual appeal

Even near, dear discard in helplessness
Let me be honest just to openly confess
World is full of people, cruel and callous
This is the circus which remains endless

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

'Twas quite some time ago,
Since I was hardly full grown,
And I found myself in a traveling circus show.

They called me the Great,
Cheered when I walked through the gate,
Because I was the one for which they would all wait.

With a proud, young grin,
Take my hat by the rim,
Never cease to amaze the ladies and gentlemen.

I met a girl who said she'd only one day be a wife.
So I offered her the glamour of my uprooted life,
She took a vow, a tarnished ring, learned the art of throwing knives.

She carried a kid on the ride,
We sat side by side
Though I didn't know where, when sometimes she'd hide.

Even so young as this
I got myself an apprentice,
Like a brother, who almost finished my every sentence.

We performed all the tricks,
Trade off or switch,
It wasn't long before I could see us as rich.

Then one night, as the show was leaving,
She pulled me aside and with sob-filled pleading,
Begged to stay for the baby that was teething.

Said she would go,
If I left, I'd be alone,
But how could I choose between my love and my home?

I left her late in the night
Snuck away when she closed her eyes.
With that poor old baby who loved to cry and cry.

Then when a few years or so had passed,
And my apprentice had disappeared long back,
I went back to my wee little lass.

But imagine my surprise to see
She had more children than the one from me,
And to think she'd also stolen my dear apprentice, Henry!