Whirlpools and black-holes
And the end is what, there say
Is this close in sight, don't clown me
Hold back, deep breaths, deep breaths
How long can you stand, deep breaths
Hold your breath, under water, deep breaths
Oh and know this; while you are down
You are the clown, until you make it
Back up again, you are the clown
Split seconds, a little longer, on being the clown
Before the storm is over, hold on, hold on
How long can you, hold your breath
I saw a thousand, plus and plus
Fishes dead in water, water dead clowns, they are
And asked how come, in possibilities, how come t' are
Then came the answer unexpected, I never expected
They drowned in the water, they drowned, they drowned?
Yep, they drowned; with no oxygen left, they drowned like clowns
So how long can one, hold his breath
Under water, forgive the lack of oxygen
And the end is what they say, is this close in sight
Just pass the storm,
Whirlpools and black-holes
Together now, lets all just jump in together now
Slowly, slowly down we go
The end is this close, this close in sight
Just this close in sight, to turn a clown into a hero
To turn a clown into a hero
Know this, while you are down
ReplyDeleteYou are the clown, until you make it
Back up again, you are the clown
and
how long can you hold your breath...
this too will pass you know, you just have to hold out...and others will try to keep you down but if you want you can climb...
Holy buckets Batman, this one took me on a ride! I loved this piece, and read it four times. Each time it pulled me up and around, disconcerting start, then the rhythm picks up. Your images speak volumes. Excellent write.
ReplyDeleteThe circus treads a fine line between foolish tricks and death defying heroics. You have captured it all in this poem. Thank you for sharing this, K.D. A heroic write! =D
ReplyDelete...and know this, gee I like your style of poem here! I liked it from the title and it just kept getting better! Very cool!
ReplyDeleteYou believe in every word you write and that's what makes your work so powerful. these are just words, their emotions
ReplyDeleteYes, it is obviously a song, more than just a poem, a performance piece and it requires a stage and a character to chant it, probably a group of musicians and a complex rhythmic backbeat, and lighting too, set design, the whole thing to make it what it really is.
ReplyDeleteI like the pairing of the words whirlpools and black-holes...wonderful write...
ReplyDeleteWonderful rhythm that carries the reader along...
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