The world is a stage
where we are the scriptwriters,
and performers.

"Time to proof read your life
and make changes inside love."


The world is like a
sculptures studio,
where we artist
are chipping away
old beliefs
to realign and cast a new reality
inside love.

"Time to look upon self
as a masterpiece."


The world is a grand garden
where we are
gardeners and caretakers
of natures beauty.

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"Time to be responsible to Mother Gia,
realize we are
a walking trees of divinity, and
treat all, all, all
with respect and love."

Film
Scenes
Sit back
Everyone
watch your journeys in-fact
Real life gives you,
a traditional script premise too
Describing what your script is about
The concept at the heart of the story
Writers glory
Using self expression,
of your feelings and emotions,
creative flow and ideas,
which comes from life
Paramount in Script and Screenplay writing
How many Scriptwriters are out there?
Research Materials
Screenwriting literature books
Screenwriting magazines looks
but individuals in the World,
are already enabled,
with Character actions,
at the very heart of the structure
Nature Art and Culture,
formation of a human-being,
which is needed in Screenplay
Scripts let's write away

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney

How sad they could not have the drama planned
couldn't even blame Convid 19
it happened before the pandemic
though you could call it all an epidemic in a way
the producers were sure this was it
the Directors were all ready to get to the next level
the scripts were ready though there would be re-writes
as things moved
lots of improvisations would add the edginess
and there would be lots of extras in the frame

It is going to be reality TV at its best
follow the two central characters
there will be pathos galore
suspense, anxiety, fights, love and disappointments
there would be fidelity and infidelities
even moments of silence
the masses will tune in by their thousands
the red carpet would carpet it all and even pay for it
the shoot was about to really begin
lights, stage, camera.......action

They all waited with bated breaths
they were going to love this
privy to inside secrets, able to throw in their paddle
at will or change scenes and action like puppet masters
Then....puff
it all went up in smoke
its over.....a lead has walked away...,no can do
Gone with the Wind is no more, it all has blown away
just like that
Oh how all concerned pined, what a disappointment
what a let-down

Some blamed the lead actress, she had peaked too soon
some blamed her script and the scriptwriters
some said its all part of the act...just a tantalizing break
some just refused to believe and kept on editing their takes
some even pretended they were still shooting
supplying scenarios based on their delusions
some sly Investors are still selling participatory rights to extras
collecting street smart cache by telling extras to keep on acting
its all part of the shoot, we are still on it
tis said one of the lead retired to Greeners Green to drink soup

The other semi-retired said
" what drama, what epic, what nonsense
do I look like I play silly slimy in the rain
I only do serious roles, that's meaningful and sincere,
its one thing to buy into illusions but mass delusion just borders
on utter stupidity
and that's not my scene "
Quite a lot of senseless devotees are still writing script
they are too far gone to be rescued......idiots can't be anything else!
but...!

Your son will be the death of you— remember that, remember that
Oh wait, I forgot
Because when you literally walk around town
You do not have a brain in your head

Clueless as **** now, are we?
You keep telling people **** about us
When you feel so clean and pure

How hypocrite! All of them know what the truth is now
Stop blaming us for the ******-up life of your son
Clean your own mess, stop letting us clean your own mess

As for your son, directors and scriptwriters would be so proud of him
For creating such a ******* brilliant masterpiece
He could be featured in one of the news, or write stories for films
I could cry while I applaud for him— crocodile tears and flowery words won't work on me this time
He could prepare a speech, I'd prepare for a eulogy for him
He could receive a bouquet from one of his fans, I could give him a funeral wreath, saying "Condolence to the bereaved family"
Because I'd love to see you in your deathbed, covered in blood, stabbed in different parts of your body
One million—not a pocket money or a spot cash but rather, stabbed wounds
Slitted throat, fractured bones;
Sawed limbs and gouged eyes.

I dreamed of it, to be this gothic
And you, my dear, is my main prospect
But I ain't the suspect or the mastermind
I am the victim, for this ******* of yours

Time will come, your first hurrah and laughs, will be my last hurrah and laughs.
Mark my words, be careful with your life
Because one day, you might not wake up alive next day.