Long Mask Poems
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To Those That Don't Understand
You won't, you simply can't and how could you,
It is bigger than your comprehension, your ego
- will allow..
For the sake of love of money, And for inane coarse bluff notoriety,
Or any misplaced false sense of security..
Standard reason escapes the minds of quite a few,
The Honey Trap has set in well,
My words will be obscure
even alien - though evidently just as true,
Fixed and set complete to bind,
And it is necessarily so,
To Wit: Appropriately though,
why on earth should
- the difference be seen by you?
Taken the resolute path of the sociopathic - and the unkind,
Trained in Narcissistic tendencies,
for the pretense of the 'greater good'..
by Corporate Government medical dependencies,
Fascist Collectivism extraordinaire,
On steroids - albeit just as though,
A stupid solid dead piece of wood,
smashing heads and brought to bear
Therefore it would not,
could not - occur in view
Arrogance and ignorance
fine bedfellows,
in an ignoble ritual Dance,
Replete with - by gagged and crippling Mask of shame
To the Dumbed Down and
the criminally insane,
per chance -
It appears to work for now,
It seems even with some use
- to tell,
Do you not see where
your fellow humanity
suffers
- under this absurd Cabaalistic
dream spell?
A hypnotic would-be 'Elite's' occultic, Luciferian,
subliminal, despotic Trance,
To not see, is though now,
Unacceptable ethics to bestow, And the soul of man's Justice
knows this..
- as simply no excuse..
Continued in Part 2 to follow - K.H.B
This debt crisis they postpone
And due dates will vary
It may come with no warning
Stalking the unwary
"Ban hate!", "Ban hate!", they holler
Their war is not with sin
God's Word is the enemy
The truth they have to spin
They say they're not for profit
Still, they pad their wages
Deception and trickery
Mask them as great sages
Not in the Lord's inner ring
Still, they claim His favors
"Love makes sin acceptable."
This lie enriches slavers
They cheer those who are sinners
Their "change" produces cracks
Their "love" lacks morality
They like to get kickbacks
Though a debtor to His Word
They put it out of mind
Their lives become more absurd
Their character maligned
There's no ceiling on this debt
The payment will come due
It cannot be written off
Excuses won't rescue
"My war is always with sin-
Sin that ruins within.
The sinner can never win-
Debtors' death a shoo-in."
So what, pray tell, should they do?
Turn back from apostasy
The devil holds them there
He's a debtor just like them
His lies they should beware
Ask God for minds, ears, and eyes
That grasp the truth of things
That "aha" moment they'll see
The "Light of the World" brings
See, Jesus paid the sin debt
He sets the captives free
His blood was shed for many
He rose to guarantee
From a debt they cannot pay
To forgiveness - and more
Their hope has been set free
And treasure is in store
The mirror greets you
a morning view
of your present canvas to paint upon…
knowing the past night won’t prevent dawn
as you exist a pawn
of fantasy, in which you are forced to play along,
your eyes set, and jaw strong.
You begin with veils of blue to immerse your eyes,
even though they’ve realized
the one they gazed at, who basked in his own angelic light,
was the one who began your plight….
the mascara wand is now in hand,
assisting you to bat your eyes at the current land
of heartbreak and woe,
and yet, forgivingly waterproof, if tears shall flow.
A blush of rouge is applied to your pallid face
yet your mind still dances in times of grace
when your cheeks were warmed by his tender gaze,
instead of being flushed in a rush of rage.
But the finishing touch is yet to be applied,
upon the mask where youth is now a lie.
A shimmering coat of ruby red
graces the lips where not a word could be said
to confirm the promise of better times ahead…
except for a kiss, to begin another love, another day,
yet images of him embracing another seem to stay,
pulling your smile the alternate way.
Keep beaming, beautiful, for your prince will arrive…
when cosmetics seem unnecessary to keep you alive.
I searched for you through the endless expanse of night’s long blackness,
The shimmering light from a crescent moon offered little help in my quest for your elusive form. The pale light dimly lit inconspicuous objects and cast shadows of their beautiful contours upon the ground to thwart my pursuit at every turn.
Radiant eyes peered at me from within the cover of darkness,
And mysterious intonations and melodic resonance echoed into the night air, confusing my sense of direction until I was lost in a maze within your protective purlieu.
Fighting my frustration and fear that I may never gaze upon your majestic beauty, nor hold your rapturous warm body against my cool skin, or savor the taste of you on my tongue, I gathered what was left of my strength and resolve, and continued my silent pursuit.
Guided by my heart and uncontrollable emotions and hunger for you, I somehow broke free of the discountenance feints set upon me to mask your true course. The hunger within my heart and the vision of you brazed within my eyes, guided me toward your lingering essence and ultimately to where you now hide, deep within the confines of your sheltering den safely held tight within the cool moist earth.
As my long sleek form slithers into your place of refuge I strike and sink my teeth deep into your neck and as my coils embrace your supple body, I am overcome with powerful emotions emanating from your very being, and at that moment I knew my hunt was not in vain. To taste your sweet flesh wound be unlike any that has ever been known between predator and prey.
there is no rain
before a storm
just a deafening sound
of silence
thoughts provoke
bearing down
on the darkness
lingering
within my mind
a winded breath
shutters
in short gasps
as twist of fate
and fury impede
Inevitable doom
lashing out
are cries
of pitiful lies
deceitful pain
inconceivable truths
buried within
a shrouded mask
unveiled
before blind eyes
now illuminated
neath tearless skies
thunderous roars
echoing
erupting
as the force
rages on
scattered
bits and pieces
of half truths
strewn about
as silence
falls again
One that became two becomes one again
Written 10/18/2025
Unseeking seekers contest
Bill Bulldog was our gorgeous British Bull Dog. We were so lucky to have Bill in our lives for eleven wonderful years. Bill was like no other dog we ever had before. A gentle boy ~ a character! My granddaughter was always scared of dogs, but adored Bill, for to her he wasn’t a dog ~ he was a ‘Bill’.
A face only his Mother could love and she did
Bill bulldog was his name
Bill was a character
Bill was adorable
Bill knew it ~ he was such a Diva
Bill had so many facial expressions
blinking his eyes rapidly – Bill’s pathetic look
jutting his jaw forward – Bill’s naughty look
tossing his head in disdain – Bill’s diva look
bounding toward you whilst running sideways ~
Bill’s ‘get out of my way look ~ I don’t think I can stop’
Bill on rising would roll on his back ~ legs in the air ~ rocking from side to side
as if welcoming a new day ~ you could almost hear him shrieking with glee
Bill loved all homosapiens for what they might have in their pockets
Bill was always on the lookout for treats
Bill ignored other dogs – never thinking he was one
Bill’s snoring kept me awake – stereophonic sounds with hubby joining in too
as he aged Bill became a late riser
needing gentle persuasion to go for a pee
aghast that we had woken him at such an unearthly hour
Bill’s fierce demeanor was a mask he wore
to hide his loving character
Bill would lick you to death
Bill loved to lick
but licking his food was not something Bill did
Bill would gulp it down at the speed of light
Bill was our handsome Boy
Bill was a ‘one off’ – for when they made Bill they broke the mould
Bill was unique
Bill was our Boy
Bill brought us so much laughter and tears
Bill I miss you so…
Written 30th July 2019
3rd PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 – List
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest Strand Pick 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
~Marionette Master~
All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on
~~~~
The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone,
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe,
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares.
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind …….
I cannot come out from under my blanket,
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light
***
Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-)
Delilah's sword hunts, with deadly blows bellows,
they conceal their intentions, and mask destruction with a kiss.
hides in ambuscades, to obstruct men of destiny
Oh Samson, why sacrifice a mission for a bawd ?
Delilah's oath is a lie, she tells ten thousand such.
Thy grief is her end, and thy destiny is her Prize
she is on assignment from the Prince of darkness.
Oh! Samson, do but see the end of her music.
Delilah's smiles are a bait, there are venom in those cheeks
a dastardly pit lies ahead, she is from the enemy's camp.
It is but the Carnival of thousand demons fused in a legion
Oh Samson! why toy with a gigantic dream, for a moment with a stranger?
Delilah's Den is a camp, the daggers are whizzing through the air
Your price is paid, the bargain is sealed to make you an enemy of the cross
Ah priceless soul, can't you see? They seek to turn you from The Way
Oh! Samson, be the Joseph and speed away with you feet.
Delilah's Trophy is thy eyes, plunged out from their sockets
Let Proverb 2;19 state it better, the loss is grievous
If mercy abandon thee to this fall
Oh Samson! thou shall surely grind at the Mill
They are dying all over in alleyways
But there is little caring about it.
They are they.
I am me.
The schools shut down for six weeks.
I am shocked, but not yet horrified.
It affects me,
But not in a horrific way yet.
The statistics on TV are frightening
Yet how can I believe in a virus or a pandemic?
We have never had one before.
I shelter-in, not believing in such things.
People argue it is affecting all of us.
Not me; I live in the country. I feel safe.
I refuse to be involved. Covid19 does not affect me.
I am staying behind my mask and my gloves, feeling silly.
A friend calls.
Her father has passed from it, she cannot see him.
I finally see the trueness.
Every single fiber of this has affected me after all.
Control its the power of easily manipulating someone.
Telling them what to do, what to wear and how to live.
It's them discriminating against you because you're different.
They feel empowered Superior when they are getting what they want.
They know they can tell you what to do and you'll listen simply because you have no choice.
They see you as your disability and not as a regular person.
They underestimate you think that you can't think for yourself or take care of yourself when you have been for years.
And When you finally break free from them and their control they turn on you.
They are mad they call you names they disown you they tell you your dead to them and turn people against you.
And you are relieved that you are not being controlled anymore.
You're finally your own person it's a bittersweet feeling but still takes its toll on your mental health sometimes.
It's you learning to be strong but not trusting anyone.
It's scary and you feel alone but you can do it you have to do it.
You have no choice you have to learn to be strong to stay strong.
There are days where you feel like you're going to break but you hold it together.
You hide your pain behind a mask so no one can see it and you hide it well.
There are things you can and can't control I'm not one of them.