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Turoa Apr 2019
It's a question all men ask,
For them what would I do?
Would we rise to the task
Se lever, to raise
Or fall, au dessous..
That person could be our little one
Wife, family, or friend
Should we succeed
Or fail
Let us fight
To the end.
Turoa Apr 2019
It can't be judged
One's state in life
It's a spectrum
Not a destination
Not a hunt for a 'why'
Those born into comfort
Can't condemn simple life
Nor those who struggle, spurn
Scoff at success in their strife
My perspective is my own
And we all push past defenses
In that search for 'home'
And white pickett fences
Turoa Apr 2019
There's something beautiful to be said
When words are written but never read
I had the pleasure of late last night to meet
A lone piano on the street
Out of tune missing hammers and strings
Dreaming of music that nobody sings
Once upon a time
I'm sure his keys were bright
Lifting the spirits of all
As souls passed in the night
I'm sure many a pianist
Would stop on their way
Virtuoso's and children
Their songs he would play
But now the wood is chipped
The paint all but gone
I'll stop and listen to your silence
Give voice to your bittersweet
Melancholy song
Turoa Apr 2019
I'm walking down the street,
No destination in mind
Using a phone I hardly understand
..a talk-to-text app of all things.
So many things, words to say
But ever unsaid,
Not because it would offend,
Feelings are delicate,
But because it would betray..
Would betray the one person
I know above all others,
A wolf walking
Down a street with no destination.
Turoa Feb 2019
There is nothing more simple

Or profound

Then being a father

In saddles, motors, and rope

To live and die peacefully

The end all men hope
Turoa Feb 2019
Night Circus

A black tent stands in front of you
red flags, chilling wind
welcome to my night circus
you found my red curtain door
I’ve been waiting for you
so step right in

Put this mask on, bizarre but
soon it’ll be clear
there are no faces,
no faces,
no faces down here,
No faces no light,
your mind misty, unclear,
and you don’t know it yet
but you need to be here

I hear whispers in your head
they are sounding
your heart’s beat in your ears
it’s pounding
warped mirrors, evil seen
is your reflection shattering
the person you knew
is gone, curtains drawn
my wicked dream
it’s magnetic, riveting,
astounding

Cold blood will course through your veins
look away
but all around you, look, see
you’ll reel from their stains
you say you’ll leave
but where
how did you lose the way
you came here, you entered
there’s a price you’ll pay
there are no refunds
no second chances
..and oh the games
we will play

You knew it hurt, but went back
every time
through a once white skin door
until your own skin matched mine
the colors of pain,
my black, red decor
until now
you’ve always asked to endure,
to taste just one more
you did this to yourself
bought the ticket
now settle your score

Bring the reflection of yourself
behind your mask in the crowd
my curtain’s pulled back for you
step through
not a sound

No one here will see you
cry as before
no one here will silence you
or muzzle your roar
as you end the life
of the person you knew
of the self that was you
who you were before

So welcome to the show
you arrived just on time
The Rules
don’t lie, don’t touch,
and don’t waste my time
You came to my circus
my tent,
you entered my mind
now you’ll hear and you’ll suffer
the ringleader’s rhyme

You feel strange down here,
yes, at first
thinking you’re alone
Ha ha guess again
check the stands
every second
look and see how they’ve grown
faces you can’t see
but there’s an army within
wondering
why did they come
you see, there’s few ways out
endless ways in
held by nothing but curtain
in this place created by pen

I hold a lighter
to this cigarette and
I can show you the way
you've found my hell, child
so come take my hand
fangs glistening, lets watch,
watch your own show begin

Join the legion here,
seeking belonging, refuge
lost and alone, savages
behind masks
here we all are people
monsters
creatures like you
but this is your trail
you’ll see it through to completion
don’t fall to the side
perhaps you can grant to me,
grant an end to my own story
my own obsoletion

I live this circus
every act, done them all
the show of the ******
my kingdom written
in red, every seat
in black, every wall
this is my world  
my guest
you're welcome to know
a little about me
take in the sights
with my ember in darkness
the hope I have
as you go

I was born here
somehow caught and strung up,
the first exhibit
the freak show,
a forcibly twisted, stiff contortionist,
a broken puppet's
head hung low,
clowns hammer to the head
that drum-roll cadence you hear
thumping, ringing,
a bearded lady singing
my art's crescendo,
each act slowly, chipping away
each step bringing us, closer, today
I’m the no-net trapeze artist
who wildly swings
while mad jugglers toss
swords across delicate strings,
the magician who saws
his woman in half,
the strong man crushed
beneath the weight on his back,
the tamer pray to his lions
bones not whips crack,
the disfigured clown who hopelessly fails
every attempt to make you laugh,
I'm the fire-breather choking
hearing cheers for his burn,
the acrobats diving into a cement empty pool
each gracefully standing waiting their turn
I was the tigers
who brought
the elephant down
and the helpless escape artist
chained, humiliated,
destined to drown
And now here I stand
your host
Ringleader
your showman
maitre d'
you're welcome to join
mais j'espere, tu ne reviens jamais
jusqu'au port de mon coeur
Le Cirque de la Nuit

-A bow without applause-

You’ve hosted your show
feel free to do more
but this tent will be bigger
each time you perform
I belong, some are trapped here
but you, you are not
the choice is still yours
so when you decide
you are free
to the world
I’ll release you
but let you be warned
wherever you go
the key you carry within
your night circus
your shadow behind you
is waiting
hungry
I plead
..don’t fall back in
Turoa Feb 2019
You know that feeling, when you can't move your arms?
Jab
Your body is reaching it's limit
Jab Cross
The whole world disappears accept for what's right in front of you
Slip Hook
You feel blood coursing through every vein
Outer block Clinch
A sense of numbing euphoria washes through in sharp breaths
Knee Knee
Your limbs throb and ache but obey a strict clear mind
Collar tie Head check
You move in your own rhythm a match won before started
Knee
Your hands tremble imperceptibly from fatigue and anticipation
Uppercut Feint jab Cross
Sweat stings your eyes and open cuts on your lips, but you spit and keep your eyes open
Guard Close distance
Listening for the palpable crack of bone against bone
Rising knee
And in that moment
Downward cross
Nothing else exists
..the fight goes on..
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