I can dance,
I can act,
I can sing,
I am a clown.
Watch me dance and fall down,
Laugh at me,
Laugh with me,
I don't care for I am a clown.
Want to hear a joke?
Knock, knock and what do you get...?
An open door, a busy tent,
The ringmaster cracks his whip and on I run with the animals,
In time to the beat I tap my feet,
I am a clown.
I can cry,
I can feel,
I can laugh,
I am a clown.
Watch me sweep the spotlight,
Applaud when I'm done,
Applaud but not in awe,
I am a clown.
Am I the only person who doesn't get the gag?
Am I the only puppet person?
Pull my strings and I'll do what you want me to,
I am a clown,
But I don't feel the laughter that you do,
It's hard to laugh - so on with the make-up - a front.
Oh, to climb the ladder and do the trapeze,
Or walk the high wire,
But no! I am a clown,
Respect?
"Sorry you're a clown."
I gave up,
I gave in,
Gave my all,
But I am a clown.
Don't bother to watch the tears,
Disregard the sad clown,
Disregard the talent of farce,
"You're a clown, you don't feel."
The darkroom is where I belong,
On a photo to bring joy, to make people laugh,
I make you laugh - I can command you,
But I know that when you go home,
Your lips won't mention me except to condescend,
It's an art! I trained you know.
So home I go,
Alone.
|Delerious the Clown|
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Flying-man,
Flying-man,
Up in the sky,
Where are you going to,
Flying so high?
Over the mountains,
And over the sea!
Flying-man, Flying-man,
Can't you take me?
|Vanoss the Flying Man|
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The crowd will think it grace
But I can hear the wind assaulting my ears
I can feel the strain in my fingers
The skin is worn from holding on
My body twists and tucks
The crowd will think it a feat
I'm just surviving the threat
Of constant gravity
Just routine
I barely notice the effort anymore
They will label my instincts majesty
I'm just trying to stay up
Having felt the bottom
I no longer believe in the net
|Mini the Trapeze Artist|
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I have fought you in tears for years,
useless in our abuse, an excuse for entertainment at the merriment of no one save we two and we knew the outcome, always the same the shame in the unfought defeat, fresh meat for the masses to feed on and laugh at on our behalf.
And at morning’s light, the same fight of we two, me and you going round and round in a cage, our own stage of self-destruction, and an eruption of no one clapping in amusement, a bemusement and a confusing silence as I realize that the whip that’s hurting me is the very same one held by me.
|Wildcat the Lion Tamer|
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there is a clear, fine line
cuts a path through the air
each step, once gingerly tread
with my balancing pole,
my highwire act of tight control
its a slackwire i walk this time
i'll need my dancing feet
no tension between the two poles
i'm my own pivot point
no time to practice,
i'll make it up as i go along
i'll be over the edge soon
pretty sure there's no
safety net below
but what the heck
it'll make for a great show.
|Moo the Highwire Artist|
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Much like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man,
I am bound within this circle.
You, filled with pomposity and arrogance,
stand before me, carefully selecting your weapons of choice
as I begin to spin, head over feet once more for you.
Most victims are often given a blindfold
so that they don’t anticipate the cold steel being thrown at them
and instinctively flinch,
causing the knife to miss its mark and pierce the flesh of the host.
But this is not the case with you-
I am given no blindfold, as you want me to see each blade being hurled at me.
You enjoy seeing the fear and pain in my eyes,
and delight when your knives nick my skin.
Collateral damage is of no concern to you.
After all, the more pain you inflict,
the better the show.
|Terrorizer the Knife Thrower|
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Cloaked in black
And sparkly purple sequins,
Waving his magic wand in the air.
He performs
In front of one crowd
After another.
The audience gasp in awe
As he pulls a rabbit
Out of his top hat.
People wonder,
"How does he do it?"
When he performs yet another card trick.
Finally the show is over.
The magician stands on the stage, alone,
Getting ready for his next act.
Magic,
It may seem mystical for the ordinary person,
But to the magician,
It's an everyday thing.
|Lui the Magician|
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A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not
A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.
Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls
So in our hearts from brilliance,
Settles and is forgot.
It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls
To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air
The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,
Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres
Grazing his finger ends,
Cling to their courses there,
Swinging a small heaven about his ears.
But a heaven is easier made of nothing at all
Than the earth regained, and still and sole within
The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble
He reels that heaven in,
Landing it ball by ball,
And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table.
Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's
Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls
On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry:
The boys stamp, and the girls
Shriek, and the drum booms
And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye.
If the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands
In the dust again, if the table starts to drop
Through the daily dark again, and though the plate
Lies flat on the table top,
For him we batter our hands
Who has won for once over the world's weight.
|Nogla the Juggler|
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There he enjoyed an elephant ride
The elephant the giant one
The mighty one, tamed one
But needs a mahout to lead
To control, to command
To upkeep, to feed everywhere
Elephants, tamed ones
But becomes sometimes crazy
But belief elephant tamed one nice
But the mahout's command vital
Not mahout is powerful
There in his hand the great stick
And chains to tame the giant one
The tools and weapons vital for peace
Where peace is felt, when order is maintained.
|Cartoonz the Elephant Rider|
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Creeping souls, Beware.
Look around, he's here!
The Ringmaster's near.
Prepare for thy seasons,
Spring, Summer-sault, fall!
Light, shine,
Blinding thy eyes.
Look, Look this way!
The Ringmaster is here!
"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, To thy Haven."
Of sanity's sphere.
Hello Boys and Girls,
Cackle, clap, cry.
Laugh away my dearies!
High air fives! Good one!
I twirl my cane,
dancing into the ring.
I tip my hat, Announcing my name.
"Ringmaster Ohm at your service!"
"Rhymes with Home!"
Stampede around!
Bounding lions roar,
Elephants triumphant!
Sounding war,A war of the century.
A crack of the whip spurs motion,
Big cats rear, growling at the stands.
Wildcat makes them sit, and spin!
"Get on with it!"
Cackling children scream,
"Oh my! Look!"
"Clowns wheeling into the ring!"
HONK! Laugh and Dream!
Pies fly,
Unicycles collapse.
Laughter erupts!
Pie war! Duck!
Spring, soar!
"Guide the war!"
Left, right,back.
One "SMACK!" Two collide.
I control the theme, an Extravagant team.
Even if, I'm covered in pie cream.
Dance, Bound, Leap!
Up, Up and away my sweet!
Dancing through the air, gravity defy!
Hysterical...Insanity.
Your leap, of faith!
Moo falls into the net,
Safe, grounded, relieved.
My friends cheer with glee!
Insane sanity!
Look around, see me on the ground.
Hello Boys and Girls, Enjoy the show!
Banana Circus, Sphere of Humanities finest!
I twirl my cane,
Tip my hat,
And proclaim my name.
"Ohm the Ringmaster of this train!"
Goodbye one and all!
Hope you enjoyed the show!
Laugh, Cry and Dream!
I take my cane, and hat,
Exiting the Ring.
|Ohm the Ringmaster|
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|Hi all. This idea randomly popped into my head and so I decided to turn it into a book. Pretty much everyone in the Circus is normal, all but Vanoss.
He lives up to his name as the flying man. Both he and his feathered wings.|
~ Sincerely, Alice
- End of Chapter One; 1480 Words -