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Persecution Circus

Is it because I understand you, dear,

That our tongues refuse to speak?

Between faux light and serpentine

I dwell in which you peruse to seek

Whilst you accost my sideshow heart

Only five cents for an ungallant peep

Let strange faces gawk and sneer away

And if I’m unlucky, I might feel a pinch

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Is it because I understand you, dear,

That we both lie to save our graces?

We befall into patterns labyrinthine

And spend centuries in mirrored mazes

Whilst every breath accused our throats

Of being crude vaudeville traitors

But the carousel shall spin and spin

As we destroy our own creators.

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Circus Of The Unseen

“The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. The black sign, painted in white letters that hangs upon the gate, reads: Opens at Nightfall. Closes at dawn.” ~The Night Circus; Erin Morgernstern

~*~

worms through a corpse

chill wind past the silence

borne of blood and bones

cold distorted innocence

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of faded starlight, heaven above

inferno below, hell hath no love

scarlet disenchantment perilous

lavender everglade, clement recluse

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gabardine stained, crosses blue

concatenated catacomb, retaliate

viscera neglected, exhume anew

quinidine necrosis still separate

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febrile fever, pray for saints

tortured nightmares desecrate

astern deliria, cataleptic taint

cradle unbeating hearts in fate

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essences of alluded calamities

incensed wraiths roam auguries

oculists resurrect mortal citadels

as nondescript massacres dwell

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shadows unseen, a circus of assailants

creed of asylum undulating sycophants

dim realms long perished to divination

leaving only churchyards in conflagration.

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★ pretend ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

let’s pretend

wear our masks

to start the play

of plastic flasks

let’s put a pierrot

smile and crack

the guard and to

fake lost attacks

let’s make puppet

speak funnily

make them laugh

at tragedy

let’s marionette

and dance a tune

burn our feet

into the moon

let’s paint a clown

into contrary

when they find him

quite so scary

let’s make jester

balance on balls

and applaud when

he thus falls

let’s harlequin a

small story for you

the ending’s bad

but it is true

let’s mime an act

of monochrome

make you believe

in invisible tones

let’s be fools and

scaramouches and

buffoons and comics

and madcaps, worst best

for a night of revelry

and entertainment hot

let us all pretend to be

someone we are not.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Panem et Circences: Act Two

[SOFT MUSIC BOX INTERLUDE]

[INTERMISSION]

Hey, you seated comfortably? Got your bag of pork rinds and/or sandwich? GREAT! I need you to sing-a-long! It’s a sing-a-long, this next song. Even if you’re in your underwear, sing loud and proud! Now, if you don’t know the lyrics, just follow the bouncing pug head! It’ll show you the way! Now uh, don’t follow the red star. That will give you the wrong lyrics, and completely ignore the chihuahua head. Just the pug, all right? Then we’re good to go! Without any further ado…

~*~

[CIRCUS MUSIC RETURNS]

[SPOTLIGHT SHINES BRIGHTER]

[RINGMASTER BLOWS ON WHISTLE]

[SECOND SET OF ACTS WALK IN]

[START OF ACT TWO]

~*~

[FOSSOR]

Bulbous nose, cream-smeared face

Misfit clothes, rag factory explosion

Some may laugh at me, but I’ll raise

Most are still terrified of this clown.

~*~

[EFFUGIUM]

Chaining me up in leaden shackles

Confined in the claustrophobic box

Or in a tank of water with manacles

I will always emerge free, unlocked.

~*~

[LIBRAMEN]

Swinging from bar to bar, ad infinity

Lithe somersets of graceful trickery

Catch me, take my hand, I will hold

Flying is fun for I know not to let go.

~*~

[MAGNUS]

Amaze, enthrall, smoke and mirrors

Entering phantasmagorical horrors

A pledge, turn, prestige, I’m the face

Of illusions, I never cease to amaze.

~*~

[MAGISTER]

Ultimate act of the ringmaster’s performance

Stovepipe hat tipping, welcome to the show

I’ve no oddities, yet the linchpin of the circus

Conducting exhibitions akin orchestra maestro.

~*~

[VALE]

Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoyed the show

I wish we had more, but goodbye, it’s time for us to go

We hope you gripped your seats, cheered and laughed

And most of all, our bread and entertainment filled you and got you to clap.

~*~

[CHARACTERS TAKE A FINAL BOW]

[UPROARIOUS APPLAUSE]

[CIRCUS MUSIC FADES]

[SPOTLIGHTS FLICKER OFF]

[DISEMBODIED LAUGH]

[END OF ACT TWO]

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Panem et Circences: Act One

[CRESCENDO SOUNDS OF LIVELY CIRCUS MUSIC]

[SPOTLIGHT SHINES]

[RINGMASTER WALKS IN AND BOWS]

[POLITE APPLAUSE]

[START OF ACT ONE]

~*~

[SALVE]

Rings of fire flaring higher illuminates death defying acts

Pretty odds and ends, and recherché entertainment akin

Strangest characters of colours and remarkable knacks

So sit back and relax ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to begin…

~*~

[CERNUUS]

Pull the red carpets under my feet

In your mischievous act of assault

But my dearest, I shall defy gravity

And impress you with a somersault.

~*~

[LEO DOMITOR]

I find myself in the company of lions

But they find themselves at my mercy

A crack of a whip, jaws unhinge upon

As I peer down their gullet in bravery.

~*~

[FUNAMBULUS]

Traipsing quaintly on a thin wire

A hundred feet fall underneath lies

Lest I lose balance and I fail dire

At least it gives me a chance to fly.

~*~

[PARMA]

Strapped and spinning on a target

Sharp daggers nearly pin me down

A sinew, skin will pierce and bleed

But I won’t flinch—risk makes it fun.

~*~

[VIR GLADIUM]

Instead of swallowing the sword

And following their twisted acts

I’ll spit it out my mutilated throat

Instead and I’ll use it to fight back.

~*~

[PRELIMINARY ACTS EXIT]

[SPOTLIGHTS DIM]

[CIRCUS MUSIC SEGUES]

[MUSIC BOX INTERLUDE PLAYS]

[END OF ACT ONE]

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Mister Märchen’s Travelling Cozen Carnival

You think you’re gonna hurt me
Get ready to get dirty
You created this beast inside
Pull the noose tighter
And lift a little higher
‘Cause you’re killing me slow
I ain’t ready to die…

~*~

Mister, cut me a break, what is this strange event that I see?

Must it be what I ought think? Has my wish come true to me?

A sign donning your name flutters, sobriquet painted proudly

A carnival has just arrived in our town? Oh, wow! Oh, goodie!

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Mister, cut me a thicker slice of your sweetest apple pie

As you tip your bowler hat politely to welcome me inside

To the colourful carnival, yelling out of fun and adventure

Smells of candy floss mingle with sounds of accordion overture

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Mister, cut me off with elated screams on the rollercoaster

Lay hoops after hoops perfectly on the basketball shooters

Relinquishing my childhood dreams in the spinning carousel

A romantic atmosphere and stunning view atop the Ferris wheel

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Mister, cut my palms open and read their miasmatic fortune

Raise your psychics up to the Gods and conjure me a Jotun

Sense my aura, read tea leaves, predict my stormy emotions

Promise to cure my limerence with a lavender placebo potion

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Mister, cut me a great deal and trade my pennies for an airgun

Let me aim at paper targets in simple enjoyment and hopeful fun

The stuffed prized monkeys you keep, I can taste with my fingers

Yet this rigged booth game clearly offers quick profits and no winners

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Mister, cut me in half with sharpened steel as you claim this as no scam

Make a dove and a bunny appear in smoke, I’ll pick a card, dear magician

Fool me silly and astound me dumb with your clever sleight of hands

Tremendous tricks my gullibility enjoys yet fails thusly to understand

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Mister, cut my figure down as my body undergoes a horrid distortion

Wavy forms, plump physiques, stick-thin limbs, different depictions

Making funny faces and laughter echoing in the vast hall of mirrors

And I never had to know that they were actually just normal reflections

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Mister, cut my mind open with your final flourished impressive performance

Rings of fire, ringmasters and lions, amazing acrobats in a gravity defiance

Dancing elephants and bicycle bears, trapeze and tightrope, clowns and ballet

When I applaud for that final curtain and leave, I’m still in an entranced state

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Mister, cut me off from the tangible world, entrap me in this amazing place

I’m wandering past striped red tents badly lost, like it’s a labyrinthine maze

Like a rat stuck and scuttling harriedly, my scattered thoughts begin to unravel

And you swoop down with a gust of wind, shaking all my respect and marvel

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Mister, cut my strings and make me dance, call me your ever-faithful marionette

Make me beg for your sole control desperately until you stop playing and accept

Hold the blade against my tongue, crimson and silver clashing in purest sedition

As my balljoint limbs fall apart in a graceless waltz of decadence and perdition

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Mister, cut me apart, sew me back together, and throw me inside a cell with barred windows

Let the audience pay a dollar to laugh and make fun of this snivelling miserable freakshow

Gander at my deformities, my rejected rarities, my broken traits and finest failures asunder

Proclaim me inhuman, spit in my filthy face, throw peanuts and popcorn, declare me a monster

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Mister, cut my soul and sanity out, mould them and mix them in a menagerie and throw them carelessly away

For this is what my foolish curiosity has come and garnered, and this is the ultimate price that I will have to pay

This cozen carnival, a deathly deluge of employed slaves and varying circus acts of your victims, doomed forever to stay

Master, you must close up for tonight, for we wish to indulge in our nightmares, and after all, tomorrow’s another fruitful day.

~*~

Tonight, get ready for a fight
So now you know it’s time to ride
My circus for a psycho
Round and round we go,
Look out below
‘Cause I want off this…

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