#guise
If only they asked us who we were
Instead of what we hoped to be
Perhaps the tides of life would stir
And drown the myth of destiny
We walked where others led
Convinced the end was worth the pain
But found the paths we hoped to tread
Were mirrored trails that looped in vain
Who we are was never asked
And who we are, we'll never know
A shadow cast, a question masked
By what they'd hope we'd choose to show
Who decides what form we take?
What mold could hold the restless mind?
The world, it seems, must bend or break
Yet asks the broken to be kind
On we marched, a scripted role
Each line rehearsed, each step aligned
But with every act, we dug a hole
And buried parts we'll never find
Deep beneath the guise
When all ambition fades away
We'll find no answers, just the lies
We told ourselves a long the way
The void, at last, will fill the space
Where questions hung and answers fled
It cares not of our time, or our place
It gazes back and calls us dead
So in the end, when the silence grows
And all masks are cast away
The self we left unloved, will show
And greet us as if we never strayed
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
You sit on a throne of lies
Watching me struggle with your ladder of deception
Eyes don't always look for the disguise
Your particular ugly's deep under the skin
I fell for your generic guise
Can't help but fall in lust over and over again
Another broken heart is my prize
This is not love,
This is a forbidden sin
The apple I should have never bitten
©2024
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
the waterfall pours from my eyes
pedals fall underneath the guise
stunting growth, lethargic dope
cogs and knots, perched atop
Frozen locks, offset and lost
denial of fact, unravelling fiction
dine in solitude, reset and listen
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
a convulsive shaking of the head
a tremble ;
it's no trouble
and i've slipped this disarray
shrugged off the character ;
an avatar i've maintained
for a dedicated period
a return to The Cunning
quake the sleeper agent
and unburden the actor
a return to Cunning
the weight is clipped
and the pouch rises to the surface
geesing the code
the dog program :
click the assignment
into a bleedable port
quake the sleeper
and unburden the act
charge up joy for the task ahead
start cleaning the toys of the trade
re load the literature
retrain your physical form ;
blessed with muscular memory
and a breathing plan
the domestic ailments of the house
are striped and packed into the guest bedroom
the body hair is shaved to minimum
the workplace is given a sick call
then all the tech is despoiled
and the signal singed out
no more Mr. civilian
snuffed
the soldier
with unmarred purpose
is gratefully reattached to physical function
and mental manner
the soldier makes channels of the streets
tags favoured places
****** in relished corners
puts out an advertisement
a secretion
seeking to rejoin his staff
of instigation
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
We’ve been slowly sinking
Into our own thrones –
Permitting an unwitting
“Thinking” alone.
At evil, we’re winking
Without any Eyes –
Unshrinking, no blinking,
We see not the guise.
.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
To the lucky ones
in whose hands
a ladybug has landed
today
I wish to not
search for a sign
or better a guise
to be great.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Only a weak man would intrude
on virtues of another.
For a strong man knows that within him
is the virtues of a woman's birth.
And with out them, he would be nothing.
Those that intrude on the innocence,
have a weakness not of man
but of value and are neither of morality or humanity.
But the sinking ventures of humanities folly.
For all of creations bindings are
but a creation of before.
And even those that are pure some are always
damaged to the point of sorrow.
Never guise all under one brush,
because each is a different stroke.
And some are just not meant to be allowed
to paint a canvass.
let alone a memory upon another's ever
changing innocence.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
The sky's disguised
as a girl on a butterfly
writing rainbows
in everyone's eyes
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
I carry this mask to hide behind
And cache away my flaws
But know me, know me
Is my cry
I make myself this camouflage
Though please do not be fooled
See past my guise
See me, see me
Is my cry
Peirce through my shield into my heart
There you'll see I'm torn apart
I play like asphalt
But there's music in my heart
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
it was strange how your ethereal face,
your innocent smile,
and the sparkle in your eyes
could hide a devil inside.
you've tucked me into a blanket of thorns,
thinking they're sheets of clouds.
you've shown me the stairway to heaven but drove me to the edge,
into an abyss of loneliness and despair.
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,
a demon under the guise of an angel.
it was strange how your ethereal face,
your innocent smile,
and the sparkle in your eyes
could hide a devil who would be the end of me.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
She was in all appearances
A brash confident lion
Unyielding to anyone
Utterly independent
That is till he came along
In the guise of a meek lamb
A sacrificial sheep to be dominated
Not once did she doubt this
Her mask fell to let him in
And she lay in his sweet embrace
*Letting him subtly unravel her mind
And make a delicate mess of her heart
She is no longer the lion she used to be
Her mane has been violently torn apart
For he had been a predatory wolf
In the guise of a meek lamb
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC