What is behind Growth of a Mask A Wake
William J. Jr.
What is behind ?
So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ?
So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ?
So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide
beyond their true, sober, reality ?,
beyond their hidden personality ?
One has to wonder ?,
what lies asunder
in the mind
of man kind.
B. J. “A” 2
February 26th 2013
Strange how the germ of an idea,
in a poem
written some five years,
one month, six days apart
Growth of a Mask
This, my mask of death – for a funeral pyre -
for the burning love I have for you – for my desire.
This mask, I grow to hide ( to grieve behind ) my tears-
absorb them all, as well as all my fears.
( in grief for my love – stillborn – lost in your womb )
as I dance, with hope, on the grave of that beautiful flame
trying to give it life – keep it growing, clowing
while you are dancing around it, knowing,
as a whirlwind, you can extinguish it – a game ?
In time’s passing – I do believe – I will be just a name
as time, experiences become history, time keeps on going
on and on and on towards an end – showing
me that this is fate for this friend, memories stowing.
In retrospect, this may be my motivation for a beard,
behind which I may hide all that I had feared
B. J. “A” 2
January 20th 2008