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Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Masks

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

drizzt

Masks

I used to act when I was young,
and people claimed that I was good.
To don a mask and live with it,
upon the stage, as I should.

I do not act now, when I'm old,
but those around me do.
They don their masks and live with them,
while off the stage, without a cue.

I shout at them and try to reason,
"Why do these masks you wear?
Free yourselves from inhibition,
from intolerance, from fear."

But my pleas on deaf ears fall,
And the the people refuse to come to.
They refuse their removal from their faces,
Their masks stay solid and "true".

I used to act when I was young,
upon the stage, as I should -

But now -
when I need it the most -
no curtains, no lights, no props, no post.
I cannot act -
I cannot bear -
I have forgotten how to wear -

A mask.

An "old" poem I wrote in December of 2013, which I am posting here as I did promise myself that I would post everything, and I figure that counts past poems as well.

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Only Poems.

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

drizzt

Only Poems.

There are songs about love
And songs about it's loss.
A wise man once said
“Music is there for when words fail us.”
When our emotions clash and rage and burn
Or simply flutter about
In Beautiful Chaos.

But what to do with doubt?
There are no songs about lacking.
Stepping each step, knowing that irrationality
Hides in every corner.
You are worried for yourself.
You ask yourself "Will I?"
You ask yourself "Why Not?"
You ask yourself all,
But answer none.

Our minds are funny that way.
We can have full knowledge that we worry
About things that are pointless.
Things so unlikely that the morbid hilarity of our consideration
Of the possibilities of such things
Should be enough to stop us from believing them.

There are songs about love,
And songs about it's loss.
A wise man once said
“Music is there for when words fail us.”
But I lack burning emotions.
And thus I lack music.
And naught but words remain.

There are songs about love,
And songs about it's loss.
But there are no songs of
The worry of
Never finding it.

I'm rather good at getting my brain to stop being irrational.
...
At least that's what I tell myself.

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Insidious

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Liam

Insidious

insidious...
the forces that bend us toward self-destruction

insidious...
the illusions that feed those malevolent forces

insidious...
the stories that construct those obscuring illusions

insidious...
the thoughts that metastasize into those deluding stories

insidious...
the mind that identifies with those detrimental thoughts

innocent...
the soul that succumbs

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

FINE

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Desert Rose

FINE

****** up and
Insecure because people are
Never
Ever nice

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

For him..

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

calpurnia mockingbird

For him..

The sun mourns your absence,
her faded warmth muffled by wool- damp clouds
her once riotous light now muted
casting melancholy shades
over tear stained streets
as she listens for the echo of your laugh.

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

Emotions and Physics///

Mar 2014 Robert H Rook III

julie

Emotions and Physics///

I am emotionally broken
And emotionally put together.

Physically broken and,
Physically put together

I am full of rain and cloud, storming through me, creating a storm that ends only on the sunny days that the flowers grow and I am a garden, waiting for more growth.

I am emotionally broken through the words that have pierced through my mind.
I am emotionally put together by the hands catching me at the bottom of an endless pit.
I am physically broken through the hits I've felt from strangers.
And physically put together by my own words that I've repeated over and over,
Having no other choice but to listen to myself.