Lunatic Circus - BullseyeBeware pink elephants in the ring.When they stomp, they shan’t sing.When cars honk,they shan’t bonk.Oh happy dagger,Plunge yourself within.As Juggler would throw with grace,This happy dagger towards the centre of my maze.
Paper BirdsA thousand paper cranesI’d fold for you – as a tribute.Yet the thousandth craneWould never fly.
Rendez-Vous in ParisMeanwhile in a cave in desolate sunburnt Africa where temperatures are soaring underneaththe crippling heat inflicted by the Titan Soleus, MisterTurtle and Puzzled are making plans. Pondering the possibilities on how to save Bunny from the Château and her guard Vesa.Vesa whom they know very little off, and is trusted enough to keep her ‘safe’.Whilst Titans are punishing the earth for a quarrel between gods,it seemed a bit easy-going, even for Jerry. To put so much faith in Vesa. The thoughts of the gods of old descending back upon the earth frightened MisterTurtle yet hardly seemed to phase Puzzled.The pending apocalypse dangerous as it could be, much intrigued him.It’d be a perfect opportunity to see their forces at work, to study and learn from them. He sat there revelling in flashbacks of ancient glory times, where he first saw Totally-Dead one of the original blues, and soon the other blinkers caught hi
Familiar FacesMiles away from the havoc and chaos being caused by blinking giants and monsters.Puzzled pondered the question, actually a few questions.1. What on earth is going on?2. Should he really get caught up in all this shit?3. Can he trust Totally-Dead?He took his time deciding what he’d do, while slowly retreating into a makeshift lair,hidden behind bushes and thick walls whom blocked all in and outgoing signals.Perhaps he could cast a quick spell, and take a little peak into the arctic circle where everything seemed to be going down..Thus preparations were made, symbols drawn, candles lit,and his oddly gloomy lair now looked cozy and luminescent.As cozy as any makeshift lair could look I suppose.The veil between time and space bend itself to his will as he glared into the orb like cloud thatManifested itself in the center of his alchemical circle. He witnessed the transformation of Insanity,The arrival of Jerry and his giant, not to mention the forced to play Loon.He smi
Ashen SnowAs ashen snowFlakes charred skin.Burns ember - fromDimly lit eyes.Air exhumesSound ceasesHearts arrestLight fades.Underneath ashen veil,Charred skin flakes.burning last cinderFrom fading eyes.
PuppetI’ve long lost all life from inside meLike a watch, I’ve used all of the battery.I’m stuck, standing still,like an idle figurine from some odd story.Pinocchio aspired to be a real boy,At least realer than I’d ever be.Maybe I just need you to breathe some life back into me.As you’d pull the strings,I’d move charmingly.As you’d move me limb by limb,Until I recollect how it used to be.Maybe I just need you to breathe some life back into me.
AnxietyPanic stricken in dark ray's light.Thoughts consumed by delirious fright.Don't worry, this too shall fade.You're only petrified.
Drunken MenWhen drunken men impose themselves uponthe gentle nature of women graced with natural beauty.Their drunk rambling is thought to be charmingyet it’s but amusing, perhaps downright embarrassing.But what courage they can muster through consumptionof fierce spirits and alcoholic beverages.Is inadequate for them to express their desire,Other than dry humping the crowd and hoping to set someone’s shack on fire.They’re stuck in a rut, of sexual desire and intoxicated speech.As words fall short, and their courage sinks to their feet.They dance their dance in phases, within their own lonely existence.As they realize that natural beauty is not interested in intoxicated dreams,Nor a mumbling Don Juan or someone driven on ecstasy and speed.