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Juggler
It starts with just a ball or two,
And not much else for you to do.
One in the hand, one in the air,
You like the feel and so you dare
To pick up three and even four;
But then start craving something more.
And although you find daggers scary,
Plain balls just seem ordinary.
So you start slowly with just one,
But soon, for you one’s just no fun.
You like the risk of tossing two
Of something that finally suits you.
And when you take that third in hand,
With all else silent, dark, and damned;
Their shines a gleam within your eye
As one by one the daggers fly.
But blades can prove a tricky thing,
A juggler no substitute for wing;
If the timings off by just a hair,
The price of blood seems more than fair.
All fly from you, a work of art,
Never to meet, ever apart
Within the web of air you spin
Daring yet to woo another in
As you run the gambit of mind,
The blades a flurry, intertwined.
And you find it quite stimulating,
This perfect rhythm undulating.
The power, the passion, the control—
Mastery of the human soul.
You ride the near orgasmic high
As another dagger paints the sky.
For insatiate thrill of game,
You risk it all, and with no shame.
Mere objects now, in nimble palm.
Your face, a remarkable calm.
One final lesson, by decree,
To ever live in infamy…
Etchings, hand carved, on your headstone:
“Some daggers have wills of their own!”
Michael Anderson
Published 24th Jun 2015
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24th Jun 2015 3:03pm
Your *will shines here in big gulps and I can
see the need for retribution to ur juggler in
thick sobs of sharp & shiney.
Should a de-grade of one held *so dear* to you,
live on in infamy as well, m'love-of-all?
outstanding, bold, heartbreaking poetry, truly.
owies en-tow
& my luv
~T
see the need for retribution to ur juggler in
thick sobs of sharp & shiney.
Should a de-grade of one held *so dear* to you,
live on in infamy as well, m'love-of-all?
outstanding, bold, heartbreaking poetry, truly.
owies en-tow
& my luv
~T
25th Jun 2015 00:59am
"Should a de-grade of one held *so dear* to you,
live on in infamy as well, m'love-of-all?"
Well, if I can put the head on a pike by today's law, the least I can do is some infamous venting, eh?
Love ya, dear. thnx for the read.
live on in infamy as well, m'love-of-all?"
Well, if I can put the head on a pike by today's law, the least I can do is some infamous venting, eh?
Love ya, dear. thnx for the read.
