unmasking a sunshine holiday
feeling free and delightful in the gentle breeze
smiling at the first sight of the cool clear water
the whole of my soul is free and i cherish the vibe of it all
totally relaxed, eyes closed, massaged by rare rhythms
the cardinal is expresses her appreciation of the beautiful day in her elegant element of fusion
completely by myself my sanity shows its gratitude in complete stillness
blue skies inspires me to play hooky from the normalcy of life
my imagination decorates the bullseye of its unexpected confirmation
the joy in the air around me right now has a maternal ambiance
as a direct result, i simply Cherish The Blessed Day
Beneath the mask, where scars reside,
A hero's facade, in shadows, I hide.
Head held high, though helpless I feel,
Smiling to conceal the wounds that are real.
I say "I'm okay" to dodge the queries,
Flooded questions, drowning worries.
Strength portrayed, yet breaking unseen,
A wall built high, suffering between.
Pain digs deep, soul bleeding sore,
Reaching flesh and bones, to the core.
Detachment shields, eases the strife,
A lie of hope for a better life.
Pieces broken, bricks conceal,
Hoping hearts see, emotions reveal.
Will this fragile fortress crumble at last,
Or shall I silently fade, a forgotten cast?
Sobbing sorrows, tears that weep,
In solitude, secrets buried deep.
In a world of uncertainty, a plea,
Is there a place for someone like me?
No island, suffocating in my own land,
Seeking refuge, a gentle hand.
For in the echoes of silence, I stand,
Hoping to breathe in a compassionate strand.
Max it's no secret
Your shoe talk vote stinks so walk'
No more time Biden'
Afgan so no win'
Disguise maybe hair afro?
The jigs up Mr Smart
There are ghosts in the mirror,
how else could we see what is not there?
It can be dangerous to look seeking yourself,
yet more dangerous not to.
When my own apparition appeared
it felt like I was a passenger on a metro-line,
seeing the oncoming tunnels, the blinking of daylight
between the speeding darkness.
Dark-light-dark-light, dark-light and my face
speeding inwards where a being stood
indifferent to the journey.
I assume that we are all an exodus
passing through a reflection,
a non-stop ride to that other side,
like Saul becoming Paul on the road to Damascus.
Can we stare and not blink while being unmasked?
and will we be older or younger
than that entombed clock of mankind?
Behind the walls
of his fantasy
an actor played his role
dishonest in death
dishonest in life
face like ashen coal
Taking the stage
left, center, and right
soliloquy to fawn
each pleading rehearsed
all truth in reverse
—footlights dark and gone
(Dreamsleep: Octopber, 2021)
The lie travels the world
in a flash,
the truth drags on
sabe as slug almost
without leaving the place...
Lie is extraction
of the real elements,
to occupy gaps
of the unreal world....
Other times extract
elements of the unreal world,
to fulfill the fictions
from the world of reality...
Is most active and
cunning mentor,
the lie... !
When hopes begin to crumble,
it's high time to be humble.
This virus, Mr. President, now directs your fate.
Recognize this simple truth before it is too late,
and should it grant you vigor to complete whatever task,
before you set about it, please, please, put on a mask.
Copycat Chinstrap penguins I see you everywhere,
In shopping malls on buses mocking our precious air,
Why wear a mask underneath your chin,
Then go about in public donning an imbecilic grin,
Maybe I’m missing something the gills on your neck,
No I’m sure only fish have them, last time I checked,
Tracheostomy covers masking up your tubes,
Dimwits would you wear knickers on your boobs,
But hey it’s ok, nobody will ever notice,
Thinking we’re all dumb as you, theres the real injustice.
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Tasking An Unmasking
While in sun Trump had been basking,
What should be done is others tasking;
Thing we must do;
Make dreams come true;
Unsatisfactory things begin unmasking.
Jim Horn
4040
The Unmasking ~
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
THE UNMASKING
Lives laced with indiscretions the dance has begun.
Liars take the lead my muse sings the song.
Deception pierces the psyche wavering on the
edge of insanity.
The muse has been unmasked reveled is his
morbid soul. Contents purged of it’s deceitfulness.
Lost love’s obscure, soul mate obsolete in this
malignant web of duplicity.
Cruel heartless muse , why do you ridicule
your beloved? Fixation on unattainable acceptance
Chasing contaminated dreams that render you
inadequate of ever knowing truth.
Truth in life, love and real undying loyalty.
Incapable of true intimacy , bewitched is your
brain by meddlesome hags.
Your thirst will be unquenchable all your days
and lonely apathetic nights.
My muse has been unmasked, seen for what he
really is. I wish him well on his journey for love.
My heartbroken soul wonders aimlessly through
this realm. Numb, disillusioned concealed in a shell
TRUST may never enter my world again.
By: Deborah Kelly
© 2009 Debbie_Philly
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