Mother and child have sweet embrace,
As the tree provides the perfect shade,
The wind blows around,
But the cage makes no movement.
The boy said “How magical! Did thou get this from a tree?”
The mother then said” It is for you my darling. The magic is within you.”
The magic of love.
Phone calls are a connection;
So you may think.
They can also be a disconnection,
Words said can be knives,
Or maybe they can be nice words.
Sometimes making a phone call is to simply say “Hello”,
But sometimes the level of complexity is overwhelming.
Will you pick up the phone?
Your love felt so strong,
Where did it go wrong?
How can you keep those secrets away from your so called lover?
All boxed in,
My wonder you were so snide.
But, I can not forgive the mistakes you made.
Where are you now?
In your little lie-land?
Are you dreaming up some new plan?
Is it one that will hurt the ones you “love”?
I bet you did not think of that before to took action.
Frantic glances surround,
The delirium abounds,
The frenzy does not seem to cease,
As innocent people try to find peace.
What is stillness?
How can one by content?
So much to do in such a short life.
New world,
New life.
So many things to explore,
And so little time.
Human exploration is fundamental,
However it can be detrimental.
Finding out too much is not a good thing.
You may be questioning my logic,
But, too much of a good thing,
Knowledge, in this case,
Is never a good thing.
Write the answer,
Is it right?
No, erase.
The stress rises,
Will this ever end?
Running out of lead,
Running out of rubber,
The answer is near.
Wrong. Again.
The eraser is gone,
No more room for mistakes.
And what do you know,
You have all the knowledge it takes.
When travelling,
One is immersed in other cultures,
Travelling is a joy,
And an learning experience like no other.
Travels to the most ancient city,
Or to the most technologically ahead,
Life is seen as ordinary,
Or extraordinary.
Her soft smile,
Her sweet eyes,
Both are filled with distant surprise.
Her relaxed hands have hidden tension.
Contentment and sorrow are present.
Sorrow is like the recessive trait.
Hidden. But is it still there?
Look out!
Hear the carbonation pop!
Powerful and small,
Zany and whimsical,
But it is just science and work.
Funny how we humans find it so amazing,
When it is force of nature.
Insane costumes,
Cartoon hair,
Circus is that right there,
Flashing lights,
Screaming kids,
Surely this is where the magic is.
Acrobats flying,
Tame tiger,
The ringmaster is holding the ring of fire.
Glowing eyes,
What is this?
Says those courageous children of his,
This is the greatest show on Earth.
Clowns collide,
Acrobats fall,
The magic is so quickly gone.
It was a dream,
Now it is a nightmare!
What will you chose?
Circus dreams or circus nightmares?
