human

I’ll tell you What I Know:

And when the man of time is done

Trees cut through and through

Oh’ Beastly – silly one

Give yourself to you

and not another

Lend your cares not to beg

In sorrow sow joy

In Mourning sow  a gentle burst of sun

Fathering a simple plea

when my life is done

You shall see me again

kneading a shadow’s glow

in a dash hope –

life is sweeter

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“We Wear the Mask”-‘Paul Laurence Dunbar’

We writers are not alone: So many Poets/Authors have paved for the for Artists to Survive:

Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘My all time favorite- Enjoy!!! 

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar

http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/dunbar/pldunbar4.html#WE WEAR THE MASK

(Day 10 Future) Coral Reefs

 Steel blue salt,
In the waters that doth not stale.
The greatest fear is to fail.
Salt blue steel.
 Soulful lessons with each tide.
Till I, shake the need for dying.
Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams.
Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.
 Caught between the thickets of its kind.
Reeled forward holding lines.
Hook in gills
Gills in hooks
  Reflections, of unsung stories
all that lies before me
 tis but, Pearls of Opportunities.

(Day9)Sugar

Heaven  is###################
&&&& WHERE
 #########  THE
  &&&&&&&MEN
   +++++++DON”T NEED+++++++++++++++++++++++++
 NAMES
################# GAMES===============================
==   or ——————–    or
                                          LIGHTS
                                                                  or
PIPES&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
                                                                             Yes
                                                 I thought I’d brought home heaven.
             I was mistaken
She
    is
               my
                      happy,
                              my                            sugarside                                        my
good toes,
                                                               my
right cheek,
                                                                            my
fairytale,
          my                                                                           my but she ain’t me…
Street name

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