Sunday, February 28, 2010

Masked.


A mask,
What you wear to conceal your truth;
Something borrowed, usually from your youth.
Outward face,
to give them pause.
To think you are someone else,
with little, or no flaws.

The Idea;
that it will bring us closer together.
A need to impress
make yourself "bigger-than-ever."

Tricky thoughts
it's us who is wrought
with doubt and despair,
that no one will ever care.

It's just a fake out - make out
an illusion or disguise
who we are is, in essence
a true prize.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My Light/My Dark

I walk around like I am somebody
And nobody all the same.
What I am, is me.
Nobody is to blame.
I am celebrating my soul;
That special piece of god.
Nothing can detract from that,
No matter how funky or odd.
I am
All one with you, me
And nothing, that you can't see.
Brave and lonely
Caring and mean
Happy and sad
And everything inbetween.


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