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
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
each breaking strand
# I just woke up like this
Socially raging on the latest catastrophes
is it me
Overly justifying who I am
#are humans in a feeding frenzie
Translating #likes #fights and #unfriending
all I ever wanted was # happy
I remember telephones booths
a life without youtube
Where dating was in person
Maybe I’m just stuck in 90’s
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.