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Domino Black
A new way to express myself. A new name. A new start. I am Domino Black, I am not real. I am theater.
A Yellow Domino
Singapore    Just one of the many souls out there, falling like autumn leaves and falling like dominoes. The earth is beautiful if we believe.


Like a domino in a rally
Am I part of the team?
Am I next in line?
Am I to stand or do I fall?

Like a domino in a deck
Will I be played?
Will I be laid?
Will I be noticed at all?

Like a domino on the table
Do I fit in?
Do I join up?
Do I answer the call?

Like a domino shuffled around
Can I adapt?
Can I settle back in?
Can I hold back the gall?

Like a domino in the box
Should I feel safe?
Should I like the dark?
Should I welcome the pall?

©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – all right’s reserved
The game of life......
Domino Black Feb 2014
I was less magical than I once was at the time,
I couldn't create a new world,
And so I created a new life,
A new life, new look, new hair,
new hair, new hair,
I had to cut my hair, or
dye my hair,
Or cut my hair,
My hair is who I am...
Who I was,
Who I used to be,
I needed to be ,needed to be,
Me, free,
I have the same dreams, goals, aspirations,
I can just obtain them now,
I was born out of the mind of someone much stronger than me,
And I can be reborn into something stronger,
Again after that, I can be Reborn, or Unborn,
Or reborn again,
I will never have my old life back,
I say to the broken mirror cracks,
I am Domino, Domino Black.