#wipe
Exeunt omnes
Exeunt Omnes is a Latin stage direction,
commonly used in theater and drama, which means
“all (of the characters who are on stage) leave”.
Emptiness glares at the unbemused,
and bemused as well,
the entertainment, reenacting old tales,
has left the stage empty, curtains wide open,
O, hear, backstage, listen,
the next act, this is the set, the empty stage,
O, see, that light came on, soon it must shine
on something we must see, from where we sit,
- a light on an empty set is a Chekovian gun
- it must illuminate, a plotted point…
- replat to arrange room to expand
waiting, imagining someone peeking,
through the fourth wall
from behind the backdrop, counting empty seats,
and finding none not empty, but mine,
where I sit, this is it, I am the attendant paying
attention to the nuance evolving constant artforms,
reactive agents
acting out the gluonic mythos accruing arts
eventual discernment, messages to all who see,
rising mist
hear the outside world through the open window,
stare contentedly into the white noise, listening,
obscuring fog
carried on winds, on which prophets say Jah walks,
wafting down
from the empty stage, to fill
the emptiness between us each, in
a sphere of influence, as it were, as real
as Glenda of the North, oozing after ousia,
epiousiatical usual rational, vital substance
essence of first intention, to tell the truth,
about why any creator's mind makes peace,
the heroic struggle is the truth, per se,
indeed, working out your own salvation,
while involved with fear and trembling
anticipation, hoping to be chosen,
as the sorting hat allows, destination,
local J.C., augmented
by an L.A. County Library Card.
-- in the realm of all seeking sanctioned
American citizen level access to idle records…
some never imaginable incredible proofs lie,
credibility discovered while unbelieving lies,
what a freeman,
wombed or un, is,
believe me, no person in prison, is. That
is believable, while incredible is really not.
Free is lonely.
Believing is an act we are assumed
capable of performing, before we have words,
we are bound up in some kinda love,
or we just fail to become what we could be
as we become, we all pass all our infancy,
without words, that is what an infant human is,
not a pup or a kitten or a chick or a kid,
a wordless form of a flesh encased spirit,
a measure of our whole truth weform, as we
breathe and have our being, our behaviors,
in the medium between empty stages.
VOG cut the house lights.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
My favorite pursuit of happiness
is to recite the enchanting verses from the beauteous Quran.
To be lost in its splendor.
To Mesmerize myself with its grandeur.
Breath with pure sublimity.
I can wipe out my woes and blues.
And rise to the majestic heights of glee,
like an uncaged eagle who soared to be free.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
I wish
I could learn that trick too,
The way you wipe your every lie
With your sweet kisses
My Love!
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
we hide because
we want to be found
we walkaway just to
see who will follow
we cry to see
who will wipe our tears away
we let our hearts break just to
see who will fix them
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
What would it take
to make a grown man cry?
When the only thing important to him
shoots themself and dies
And nobody realized
what was going through her mind
til she loaded one in the chamber
and put it between her eyes
And her soul goes up to the skies
And everyone's asking why
She was young, loving and selfless
It wasn't her time to die
It's only when it's too late
That's when everybody tries
And it's only when it's too late
Now that's when everybody cries
So tell your loved ones they matter
and you might save their lives
'Cause it's only when it's too late
Now that's when everybody cries
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Look at your own
doorstep,
before wiping your
feet on others.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
A glass to every drink
All the lights
Shined through it
All the eyes
Glanced on it
A glass for every lady
A lady with a diamond
A lady with a gold
Or a lady with a chain
A glass to every party
All the water
Wetted it pretty
All the napkins
Wiped with perfections
A glass to a catastrophe
Broke into the floor
With no one felt happy
Or sorry
The glass had broken
Into pieces
Cleaned and banished
And the party continued
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
Let the tears of sky,
wipe away the wears of Life.
Let the hush of night,
calms the rush of Life.
Let the peace in your mind,
usher miles and miles of Smiles.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
•
When I saw you crying,
My heart was crushed into smithereens,
*Your sobs reverberated into my world,
And gives the most disconsolate euphony within me,*
**All I ever desire,
Is for you to be happy,**
*Oh how I really wanted to hug you,
Comfort you and wipe away all those tears from your eyes,*
But I knew we are far from each other,
**So let my genuine love enclasp you,
And give you the best console.**
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
she took back
every single apology
that she ever gave.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Tears;
Fallen, unchecked,
Onto red blotched cheeks;
Won't someone wipe them away?
Tears;
Stray for the dead,
Ones who have gone;
Won't someone wipe them away?
Tears;
What good they do,
For you,
And me,
Won't someone wipe them away?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC