Like A Circus

You're magical, majestical,

Mr. Egotistical

Your a one man circus

The ring master and the animals

You do your dance on the high wire

With no net below

You magically breath fire

And no one knows

Behind that careless facade

You're nothing more than a palm reader

Using smoke and mirrors to hide the inner you

Tell me my story young ingenue

And I'll show you a magic trick, too

Look deep into my eyes

As they turn from green to blue.

Smoldering, simmering, but shinning all for you

Let your defenses down

Let the audience enjoy the clowns

Give me that character of a lifetime

Give me that glimpse of sunshine

On your mind.

Show me the role you dare not play

The role that keeps the tigers caged.

You don't have to razzle dazzle me

No wowing spectrometry

I just want that real view

Of the real you

The lucid you the allusion of you

Join me in my acrobatics

My flight on the trapeze

My aerodynamics.

Flying at such immaculate heights

A dare-devil on the wings of a cannon shot.

One man wonder

Strong man underneath.

The bearded lady sighs

As Glitz and Glitter pass her by.

The herpes of the performing world

The dynamic duo turns and spins. Doing tricks.

I wave to the chimps and bow to the elephants

Cotton candy laughs with a soft but sticky rasp.

Take me to that land of a thousand wishes.

I wanna go there.

Take me there.

Where you'll take off the false pretenses

and let me see you

Not through camera lenses

Or kaleidoscopes, too.

But multiples of the real you.

Laying in the grass soaking up the sun

On the bank of a river admiring the view

Sunset clues

And sunrise dreams.

Ashes smoulder but the phoenix flew.

And all that is left is me and you.

Miscommunication

I think I've come to realize something.

This proverbial dream is nothing.

What is to love?

And be loved?

Cory and Dapanga were meant for each other

Chuck and Blair, too.

But why is this always on tv,

never happening to you.

You can pour your heart out

Til you just want to jump and shout

But like the Little Match Girl

The match always burns out.

Flickering images of moments you hold so dear

Bring heartache and pain when that light turns out.

Loving with a fire red now its turning blue

until the mirror tells you the truth.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all?

Pieces of glass stick to your sole

As you walk across the burning sands.

Is it better to love and lose then never love at all?

Trace the lines across your hands

And see what your future demands.

Even what appears to be

That archetypal relationship

Cracks and shatters when no one is there to see.

The ones on Mount Olympus are thought to be at the highest peak

But I'll remind you, nothing is as it seems

It's Mount Everest that they seek.

So that begs the question, how deep is your love?

Is it love that we aim for or just that peak?

We pretend to be amicable people

We act, so to speak.

But you have to work from the ground up.

A tree with no roots is dead to me.

We like to skip that part.

Forget the pretenses and act our part.

Cause that tree is looking pretty bare to me

Or maybe that's just cause I'm looking up

Knowing that will never be me so I hardly speak

Where do they come from? All the lonely people

Wishing they could reach that peak

So again I'll ask, how deep is your love?

Cause if you take it apart

You might see that inversion

Like Homer and Bart

They seem like the same person.

Real talk

They're nothing alike

Especially when I say epic poet.

But that's part of the equation

Miscommunication.

Life

Love is a dog from hell.

Man, Charles had it right.

Just pause. Stop. Think about it.

Not every man is a dog,

But every man can dog ya.

Dogma. Straight up karma.

Ha! Sometimes it feels like it goes around

before it comes around.

And what's the point?

I know men who would be the world for their women

Be the completion

The I don't need another one

No prenups.

Nah, we all need prenups.

But for real dog,

the good men can still dog ya.

Spit that tight game

But leave you for the altar.

That doesn't mean they're bad

Just bad for you.

I've heard many men say

I'm better than that right now chick

I'm that stay around chick

A life chick a wife chick

That right chick.

But all I hear is that chick, chick.

It makes me sick, you prick.

You don't get. it.

Put that period behind it and get up out my life, quick.

You're right I'm better than a chick.

And no man will walk me down the aisle as their chick.

What happened to respect?

What happened to class?

What happened to truth?

I don't know what to do.

Give up or give in.

Is that the way it's supposed to be?

Give up everything or just be alone.

I don't know about you but if this is what God wanted then I need a recount

Like Al Gore, I need a way out

A way to the top

To live that dream life

That surreal life

That it'll never be real life.