On turbulent shores and windy skies,
Opulent palaces begin with humble mud pies.
Some with buckets and some only with hands,
Many with blueprints and a few without any plans.
Built up with different visions in mind,
Sticks, shells, and feathers are enshrined.
No matter how many towers or wings are constructed,
The complete demolition will be conducted.
So it goes on a visit to the beach,
The sands smoothed out with the ocean’s reach.
I can see a series of torches that have been lit across the world.
I can see the high flag of love and freedom being unfurled.
Unsure if we created love or if love created us…
Or are we just confused love turned treacherous?
The echo is heard across every country and creed and time.
But similarities are confused in each attempt at the elusive rhyme.
Oh what mystery is beheld in the imagination of the soul.
A fraction of infinity, not apart but the entire whole.
The torch means nothing without the cold, surrounding dark.
Dark is our challenging friend and wants to walk us through the park.
The legacy protects itself through the voices of the broken hearted.
All of the brave ones that looked at love and decided to get started.
For love is the only work that makes you truly you.
The personal uniqueness of our love is reality’s clue.
I hear the sound of the age old whine,
The one we all said, “it wouldn’t be mine!”
The complaint that is heard in every generation,
“But this time for real!” Says this iteration.
“Kids these days!” Cries some of my peers,
“It’s a disaster!” Shouts the echoing fears.
“Have you seen online? It’s the end of our luck!”
Or maybe you’ve just become another boring, old fuck.
when a circus ends some say the clown dies
many say it is the lion tamer that holds the prize
the animals sit in cages backstage
and the box office counts the page
do clowns really die when the show is done
or is there just a new act bringing some fun
from a clown show to a strange mime show
the honking horns lost their power to blow
the producer makes it part of the plot
the ring leader decides to give it a shot
yet the crowd is unsure and at first isn’t amused
the clown sits on the side a bit hurt and bruised
he tries to sabotage but the fire drummers won’t have it
the people are totally distracted by the ring leader’s outfit
the children love it and the grown-ups are all upset and leaving
cemented statues near the entrance don’t have a way of perceiving