Ripped Circus (Spoken Word)(Poem & Video)

Insane ringmasters deliver haunting 

  speeches underneath the big-top &

      bright lights of this ripped circus.

 

Oh, Beautiful Interloper

   Will you accept the crucial

   jewelry of Eternity?

 

The gray beard follows the head

   as it tilts toward the cold, muddy

ground with one bruised knee.

 

    Kneel down & crawl to me

Put your hands all over these

       wounds.

Deep scars align with imaginary reality.

 

 

Light up our night sky.

      Capture intimate

thoughts through 

your mind’s dirty camera lens.

Wound in wet satin sheets.

Create a brand new day

     In a brand new way

Wake up in my brand new embrace.

 

 

The King’s messenger has gotten trapped

    inside the collapsed temple.

 

 

Is this the night we desperately try to die?

   (or) is this the day, for which, we are thankful to be alive? 

 

 

Through the laughter, the tears & the pain

      There is just You

      Always…You

 Forever..You

Sweet…Mystical…Angel

 

 

May I steal your Spirit and take

    hostage your soul?

 

 

I DO PROMISE NOT TO EVER 

    GIVE IT BACK.

 

 

©2017 Timothy Grassan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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