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Everyone, while alive, longs to be an actor,
To direct their own life and be its author too—
All of it modeled on unvoiced, hidden fantasies.
A touch, a hurried breath, a whispered kiss—
All unfolding behind the curtains,
Yet displayed like a fetish in a brightly lit shop window.
"Dreams come true if you wish for them," goes the slogan,
And the body quivers in anticipation, until the over-saturated mind
Admits defeat before the unforgiving onset of old age.
But meanwhile, oblivion—written into the laws of humanity—
Comes to wash away the searing mark left by the tempest,
And the blood grows calm, lost in the winding paths of solitude.
They slide through the city quietly,
No badge, no spotlight, just that
Hush - pressure vibe that makes your
Skin read the room before your eyes do.
Unseen movers
Unseen scribes
Writing your name in places
You ain't never walked.
They draft futures in
Side-pockets,
Tuck provision in the corners of
Conversations, drop signatures in
Hush Hush.
Like chalk marks only the street can decode.
You feel 'em in the shift- that micro pause-
That air-tight moment
Where the world alters itself
And pretends it didn't.
State Actors,
No stage
No curtains,
Just corridors that rearrange when you blink
Too slow,
Scripts of the unseen, inked in obscurity,
Performed in systems
That don't need an audience to keep the
Plot running.
But You?
You walk through it rowdy
Refusing to let hidden hands
Truth and bright
Ghostwrite your fate.
ACTORS BIOGRAPHY
____ ____ is an actor most famous
for his role as John Smith on the TV series Unnamed.
He is from the UK and started his
career having minor roles in small
touring stage productions for a year.
From 2023, he was cast as a
supporting role in a West End
production of Transient at the
Evanescence Theatre.
Migrating from the stage to the
screen, he had some uncredited
parts in short-lived television
shows.
In 2024, John Smith was a role that
he auditioned for. Initially, the role
was offered to another actor but
was turned down due to them
having to go into rehabilitation.
He worked on Unnamed until his
sudden firing from the show in
2026. Little is known about the
reason for this. However, it could
be linked to his current issues with
tax avoidance and alcoholism.
After a measly four year career, he
is no longer working in the industry.
What is it that you are showing me?
I saw a scene on the news:
Someone “powerful”
has been disrespectful
to someone in need.
Many emotions came to the surface
for the first time
I didn’t get caught up.
I just watched.
What is it that you are showing me?
I want to go deeper
See behind the story
Can I see myself reflected?
All stories
are fractals
of my own stories
in the end.
I could be
I have been
each of the characters
the victim, the witch, the princess…
Could I also be
the creator or the director?
Not just a lost actor
who doesn’t know he’s acting.
Learning to see from the outside
Reading between the lines
Looking for the lesson
Participating creatively.
Inspired by the YouTube’s videos
I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when
So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age catches up, ain’t no concealing
And none of it can be revived
Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny
Or maybe serious and sad
The days one hasn’t had much money
Yet better-looking, girl or lad
The stunning beauties, macho fellas
They shined so brightly on the screens
We watched them, feeling slightly jealous
Uncrowned princes, lords and queens
Time has no mercy, twisting faces
And gruesome copies all is left
It slowly goes through the paces
Keeps us uneasy and bereft
Why do the actors age so oddly?
Me? I’m the same as ever been
To perish thought, dismissing broadly
The glaring truth, which isn’t sin
We gaze, but what’s the image here?
Not them. It’s us, the way we were
If you’re a woman – shed a tear
If you’re a man – go feel a stir
November 2, 2024
Ah romance — such an elevated form of make-believe,
with promises and roses that are rarely kept.
Two players, both knowing, smiles just as wily,
each coming closer, each stinging a lie.
They say love’s a puzzle, some misty dance,
but more likely it feels like an enterprise, a turn –
a wink and a promise neither has any right to make,
only two clever souls with a ruse to follow.
I read sadness in your eyes,
It is a sadness written with new words,
By the writer of love dramas,
Who wants us to die at the end of the book.
I am the actor who listens
And knows how to carry out his role,
And you, the heroine actress,
Whom many like and admire.
I’m just a sentimental man,
Slightly graying, somewhat banal,
And you, the princess from another time
Now more refined and elegant.
We play our roles to the end,
Worried about only one fact:
If in the final act
We'll still be together.
Have to say, the morning rain picks me as a trustee
Rather often latterly, and he states the same
Silly point that it’s all staged, anything we see
It’s a trick of mind, he says, we just play the game
With no rules and regulations, no objective judgement
And it doesn’t matter much, in a grandeur scheme
From our private world, we can point a little argument
Like a stone thrown in the pond, splash is what it means
What you have to say aboit it, laughs the morning rain
I’m the one who pulls your strings, while behind the scene
Actors eat McDonalds food, everyone plays tame
The drops run down the windshield, the cars look shiny clean.
People may frighten us by making shouts.
Often, they threaten us throwing big bouts.
Remain composed.
Don't get exposed.
Patience and silence are the best knockouts!
A deaf ass meets a dumb tiger, one day.
The tiger pretends growling at his prey.
It believes that the ass hears.
The ass fakes as if it fears.
All the world's a stage! Anyone can play.
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but rather extra ordinary & exceptional
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values content creators and content communicators
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If you were much lionized
Later no more recognized
Or by some men demonized
Would it leave you traumatized,
Judge it a foul play dramatized;
Have the actors stigmatized:
As Satan characterized?
You must not try the dreadful:
To fight them or other frightful!
Put up you should the easeful
That makes painless the painful…
Your arch smiles now the stylized,
Your movement systematized,
Time for Apps digitalized,
And once again ways modernized…
She’s a quick study
Whose Understudy
Understands: She
Needs not Study
Or Overstudy,
Study Steadily,
Or Study Readily,
She’s always Ready,
She Studies Steadily,
And studies Regularly,
UnTil You’re Ready
Really ready
To go steady.
If Still not ready
To go steady?
She won’t sweat it;
Won’t regret it.
She’ll just Discredit
With Your Understudy.
Authors, artists, and actors attract an audience!
Authors annotate and analyze articles,
Arranging an alphabet accordingly.
An artist accents acrylic asymmetrical aspects,
Always adding attention aimed at an attractive apparatus.
Actors articulate authentic accounts,
Always appealing accurate appearances.
Authors, artists, and actors are alike.
I almost died the other day
but fate said to wait for another day
I was walking along & the world looked surreal
Not imagining that it was really real.
I felt like there was a better place -
space around me sinking to my pace.
Concrete & houses looked like a stage
A place where people rant and rage.
As I was walking I felt at peace
and almost felt my soul release.
I pondered a moment on letting go
and decided to instead pick up the phone.
I dialed my children my mother and grandma.
None of them answered what could have been my last call.
My daughter finally harkened just in time
but a beep interrupted & fate was on the line.
They said my test was critically off,
hurry to the ER or my life would be lost.
I was admitted and my life was then saved
divine intervention removed one foot from the grave
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