Appearances Poems

Bad Hair Day

Hair looked wild, got to hide my tattoo,
Because today I have a job interview.
I wear a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and hat,
To hide my dragon-skull and vampire bat.

Went into Blackrock, the secretary smiled,
I wanted to spend time with her a while,
Then she saw the beer stains on my shirt,
Decided she didn't want to flirt.

Talked to

Appearances notwithstanding

I am simple yet complex in my simplicity;
I have many masks and facets, 
and will wear a multitude of hats.

I show the me I need you to see,
you'll never know the whole of me.

I am the person I want you to see
and am only satisfied if you're baffled 
by the multiplicity of me.


Submitted on July

Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Altho' I didn't study for my Rorschach test
when the proctor a doctor a shrink
evaluating my perception in search of insight
to discover what I might really think
handed me ten pictures on a card
I took a long hard look
then knew exactly what I did see
and did not blot my copybook
as often what you're gazing at
is simply (on

appearances of blank space

appearances

what's out there

and in here

appearances of

Appearances and Appurtenances

      appurtenances, appearances require

        ~ society grieves passion’s passing desire

In the labyrinth of appearances, life stretches like a carpet of shadows

In the labyrinth of appearances, life stretches like a carpet of shadows,
I still dream of walking barefoot through storms of stellar chaos,
letting stones embroider my skin with love in shades of amethyst,
the ash of yesterday erases the traces of relentless lightning,
the ignorance of loneliness swallows the stars on the mysterious horizon.
Entrusted to the tormentor, I

Trapped in the labyrinth of appearances

Trapped in the labyrinth of appearances, we weave our stories like spiders of our own minds,
We uphold an incomplete wisdom, a mix of fantasy and folly, which envelops us with shadows,
Our words are echoes of the dark side, that part which whispers unanswered questions,
It wonders if it's worth it — the repetitive routine, the perpetual

Broken mirrors crush me under deceptive appearances

Broken mirrors crush me under deceptive appearances,
mutilated wisdom whistles hesitantly,
the heron gropes, flying through fragile fantasies and follies lost in the penumbra
Penumbra that pulses,
words flow like a black river rolling shadows,
Shadows that gaze at me with empty eyes,
routine breaks my shattered steps,
meaning seeps away,
I wonder if the murmur is worth it
The gloomy murmur of the

I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott

I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott,
"Be content! Don’t be so distraught!
You may long for the world of Lancelot and Guinevere ~
but let me tell you what’s about to happen there ~
they're about to lose everything they've got."

No separation's appearances

No separation 

Is not describable

Unknown..

But all appearances

Are appearances of

No separation...

Appearances

The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of us meet our end wishing we had remained true to ourselves. At the very least, I desire this aspect of me to persist until the

Appearances tell stories

Appearances
Tell stories
By imaginary
Connections 
Before and after
Above and below.
Similar patterns
And differences
All persuasive
That the story
Is more than
Appearances...

Selfie

Not too close
with the camera please,
Time has carved up my face...
I don't want the fractured cracks 
to show.

Romance As Tragedy, Part Ii

...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.

She’d married him for security,
and his needs she’d most ignored,
she hadn’t strayed to seek out love,
she’d cheated because she was bored!

Deep down she’d craved the bad-boy type,
the kind she has slept with in school,
and

Romance As Tragedy, Part I

I saw a talk-show interview
of a new author, all the rage,
she had sold two million copies,
her book is everywhere these days.

It was tailor-made for women,
a downcast wife looking for love,
verbally abusive husband,
trapped in a situation tough.

Until one day she went out west,
going on vacation alone,
her husband said that he had work,
brushed her off, she was

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