Best Educationheart Poems

Act One

An open curtain gave sight to all the lived behind the curtain on stage
     Mostly racks of clothes, a few hats, and belts too laid on the ground
At this sight my mind lost, and I began to dream with my heart of an act, of a scripts page
     It was I the poet that took to his acting and made hearts dance with the art of sound

I was dressed in black, shaggy hair and huge aviator sun-glasses made my fit
   Romeo was my place in the play

O' the living art that surrounded the emptiness of the vacant audience 
    The seats made one think as if they were filled, giving good feelings to act
All senses come to pause, as in an act one can call upon what ever the tone requires
    I wept to my own words, and along with my bogus sorrow the people did follow suit

     Patient to pretend
As this type of art will always aid the broken to amend
     Who will be, who will see, as for the heart seeks only to understand, and not to perfect
In a stage many fall captive to the suspense that runs along the side of the guest seats

One can say, or one can play
     Let us all be in imagery to fully understand the act

Walk, and talk in form
     Matters not if its sunny or there is a roaring storm
Keep on the ways of a character to its all
     Will you weep when the line calls

Obey ethics of written lives
     Hold still to fake passages that tune the soul
Ignore real heart feelings of thy own being
     See not the way for its reality but for its imagination

Can you instill the heart of another
     Will you be kind as to pretend a love for a brother

I awake, for its time took my hearts take
     To dream I fell
Almost feeling it in me as a true spell
     I will not flatter to see another careless mistake

Hold me
     As I shall set the scene free
An act to act
     A heart to tame intact

Fee into your own dream
     I hear a scream, I awake into my act "act one"