Carnival
Walk down your demented pathways while they
Play your song, lady in red
Dancing between the mirrors as the
Clowns lie upon your bed.
Ride your steed o'er the carousels of
Stained coffee-wood and nightmare dream-land
While the world stays still upon your axis
Wandering curves around the sparkle of sand.
Fly past around in circles and watch your soul
Soar, chained to your chair, a sordid fly
Singing past a night-time tune while the
Musicians play a jingle of lifetimes gone by.
Yet you still remember when you leave this behind
The cry of sad clowns, mirrors in the sky
Watch the rainments flutter by
As your ringmaster kisses you goodbye.
- Swingchild
060505
Still looking for you face from behind
Moving mirrors while the lights rush past,
Plenoptic, trailing behind the wind
Echoing as hollow as the sandstorms
Between my head.
No chance of a turned profile or a
Chance glimmer of an eye reflecting the last
Fireflies of streetlamps and concrete, or
Metal-silver from the inside, like dull polished
Floors and turkish mosaic tiles. Silent standing
Silhouettes, each breath passing zephyrs through a once
Azure sky, and I wonder are your thoughts as fast fleeting
Faint?
The hollowness stops and stars turn back into
Cafe-fluorescent glows while voices like
Oblivion signal your exit, stepping away like a
Lost lover from under dripping rain-trees, while
Night forces its way between sunset-bleached branches. I
Wonder where you will head from
Here, even as your face is fainter, lost
Your neck carrying your cross,
And calvary a mere memory in your
Heart.
- Stranger
Sometime in May 2005
Play your song, lady in red
Dancing between the mirrors as the
Clowns lie upon your bed.
Ride your steed o'er the carousels of
Stained coffee-wood and nightmare dream-land
While the world stays still upon your axis
Wandering curves around the sparkle of sand.
Fly past around in circles and watch your soul
Soar, chained to your chair, a sordid fly
Singing past a night-time tune while the
Musicians play a jingle of lifetimes gone by.
Yet you still remember when you leave this behind
The cry of sad clowns, mirrors in the sky
Watch the rainments flutter by
As your ringmaster kisses you goodbye.
- Swingchild
060505
Still looking for you face from behind
Moving mirrors while the lights rush past,
Plenoptic, trailing behind the wind
Echoing as hollow as the sandstorms
Between my head.
No chance of a turned profile or a
Chance glimmer of an eye reflecting the last
Fireflies of streetlamps and concrete, or
Metal-silver from the inside, like dull polished
Floors and turkish mosaic tiles. Silent standing
Silhouettes, each breath passing zephyrs through a once
Azure sky, and I wonder are your thoughts as fast fleeting
Faint?
The hollowness stops and stars turn back into
Cafe-fluorescent glows while voices like
Oblivion signal your exit, stepping away like a
Lost lover from under dripping rain-trees, while
Night forces its way between sunset-bleached branches. I
Wonder where you will head from
Here, even as your face is fainter, lost
Your neck carrying your cross,
And calvary a mere memory in your
Heart.
- Stranger
Sometime in May 2005