The Circus

Seasons change to suit the time.

Where you were when you were mine.

All I wished from them was change.

But all I got was lots of pain.



Asking birds to live at sea.

I tried to change you to suit me.

I shake my head in sorrow now,

For each one tried but did not bow.



Now I wander feeling hurt.

For what I want but now avert.

I run and hide.

Fear now my guide,





I asked you not to yield to me.

But smiling you changed things to be

With me you always wanted it.

So why am I afraid to admit?



That you are all I ever want.

To hold, smell you,

Please don’t taunt.



I’m yours if you are not afraid

To guide me through this



Grand Parade

the road to nothingness

So here’s the deal: I’m stuck. I’m in the proverbial rut and I’m spinning my tires. They won’t budge. I tried stepping out of the vehicle to take a look at the problem, and they’re stuck in the mire of excess, spinning their little hearts out. They’ve been spinning so long that they’ve left 6” grooves in the noxious soup.