no lies, just love
"Men of wisdom, and men of compromise. Men of weak flesh and an armored disguise, all fall down."
The drinking habbits of Tight Rope Walkers,
One too many ironies to sleep soundly
Don't look down they say
Don't look back
One more glass of whiskey
and soles stick to that wire
blurring the sadness below
All those familiar faces
slipping
rolling off their tongues
Fall
Fall to us
Legs stiffen, heart palpitates,
and your standing on a platform with nothing left to do but sleep
Weeks later,
you wake to an image
of a boy in shoes to big for him
walking lines he never saw the end to
conclusions forgone for those blurry steps
This boy, now somewhat a man
whatever that means in a business like ours.
Recounts tales of the times he fell
what it meant to make it across
a confused mean to a heartbreaking end
tape recorder roles on
it pours out
in so many ways
Tales of tears
the women he loved
the girls he fell for,
the boys he fought
and the men he shook beneath
Stories of lines and steps
measuring the dawn, how fast his pulse would beat.
An irritation in the throat,
mucus membranes tighten,
reflex down to the gullet
lungs seize up,
with the air returning
he tells of how much of this walk rested on mistakes made so long ago
chance glances into mirrors,
glances towards the end
and he could only cower
balled into that boy
with small feet
and high hopes.
Since that day he lived by reflection
Angles,
Ratios,
A mathematician for touch and feel
And he walked those lines,
and sometimes he would fall
to the crowd below
engulfed
consumed
He would shout,
As loud as he could
FALL
FALL DOWN TO US
no one would hear.
Ladder approached once again
rungs like weeks
until he reached the top
to a familiar friend, always waiting
taught and ready
begging you
step onto me.
Perhaps his shoes now fit,
maybe that glass no longer blurred the line
He saw the spotlights
blinding the path
focused
on him,on steps
The ropes end remained out of sight
Had it always been so
As the heart began to beat faster,
the crowd below yelling with an unheard ferocity
He drops his pole, lets the bottle fall from a pink sash on his belt
Those shoes,
resting in place
Felt tight,trapping him
Shoes guiding so many steps
made on mistakes of years past
when he was a boy.
Legs loosen,
reflex jets to ankles.
In the spotlight the merciluss crowd watch
As the boy with shoes to big
steps off the wire,
with nothing but a smile and open eyes.
As the sole detaches from wire
He closes his eyes
back before mirrors,
before days in autumn
before he bought his first pair.
Wings flare in the light of dawn
A barefoot boy chases
The birds take flight to his pace
tempting him
calling him
Fly with us
He feels a sharp pain
and the reflection is lost in the glare of the dawn.
The drinking habbits of Tight Rope Walkers,
One too many ironies to sleep soundly
Don't look down they say
Don't look back
One more glass of whiskey
and soles stick to that wire
blurring the sadness below
All those familiar faces
slipping
rolling off their tongues
Fall
Fall to us
Legs stiffen, heart palpitates,
and your standing on a platform with nothing left to do but sleep
Weeks later,
you wake to an image
of a boy in shoes to big for him
walking lines he never saw the end to
conclusions forgone for those blurry steps
This boy, now somewhat a man
whatever that means in a business like ours.
Recounts tales of the times he fell
what it meant to make it across
a confused mean to a heartbreaking end
tape recorder roles on
it pours out
in so many ways
Tales of tears
the women he loved
the girls he fell for,
the boys he fought
and the men he shook beneath
Stories of lines and steps
measuring the dawn, how fast his pulse would beat.
An irritation in the throat,
mucus membranes tighten,
reflex down to the gullet
lungs seize up,
with the air returning
he tells of how much of this walk rested on mistakes made so long ago
chance glances into mirrors,
glances towards the end
and he could only cower
balled into that boy
with small feet
and high hopes.
Since that day he lived by reflection
Angles,
Ratios,
A mathematician for touch and feel
And he walked those lines,
and sometimes he would fall
to the crowd below
engulfed
consumed
He would shout,
As loud as he could
FALL
FALL DOWN TO US
no one would hear.
Ladder approached once again
rungs like weeks
until he reached the top
to a familiar friend, always waiting
taught and ready
begging you
step onto me.
Perhaps his shoes now fit,
maybe that glass no longer blurred the line
He saw the spotlights
blinding the path
focused
on him,on steps
The ropes end remained out of sight
Had it always been so
As the heart began to beat faster,
the crowd below yelling with an unheard ferocity
He drops his pole, lets the bottle fall from a pink sash on his belt
Those shoes,
resting in place
Felt tight,trapping him
Shoes guiding so many steps
made on mistakes of years past
when he was a boy.
Legs loosen,
reflex jets to ankles.
In the spotlight the merciluss crowd watch
As the boy with shoes to big
steps off the wire,
with nothing but a smile and open eyes.
As the sole detaches from wire
He closes his eyes
back before mirrors,
before days in autumn
before he bought his first pair.
Wings flare in the light of dawn
A barefoot boy chases
The birds take flight to his pace
tempting him
calling him
Fly with us
He feels a sharp pain
and the reflection is lost in the glare of the dawn.