“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

Be no place

Worldwide

One can hide,

When locked

In the eye,

Of a brother

Said big,

Cyber spy

To follow

We fellows,

Begs time

Knit façade,

Held a Mask

For my mind…

 

Fit disguise

Will so bide,

Gist of me

To stay free,

Camouflaged,

Need not flee

As privacy be,

Mine decides

I stand free!

 

 

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“ The Libertine ” ~ moot of noble mind ~

 

‘Tis said of man

The libertine,

Be morally moot

Of noble mind,

And wily so to boot

Will disabuse,

With wanton use

Maids who trust,

Would so dare

Gratify his lust,

Whilst he believes

His actions prove,

He idolized

Those he misused,

In varied guise…

 

Hence naïve women

Unmindful thus,

Will soon fall prey

To his devise,

If chance they must

Dare be in reach,

When he’ll enchant

To mesmerize,

For decadence

He’ll exercise,

On gentle mind

Or femme fatale,

Who be so careless

They be lured,

By the disguise

Of libertine,            

The morally moot

Of noble mind!

 

“ The Lane ” ~ dead men stalk ~

 

The lane I walk

In dead man’s land,

Is one that bands

The forlorn souls

That dead men stock,

They who trudge

Hoping to find

What’s left of time,

And so survive

Their soul gone blind,

Unsure they be alive…

 

Thus as I walk

In this non world,

And watch in vain

The suffered pain

Those souls do feel,

Who try to taste

What once was real,

That man laid waste

With insane zeal,

Yet nil a peep

From alleged sheep

To save remains,

For they but follow

Big Brother’s lane,

Who need not walk

In dead man’s land,

Where dead men stalk!

                                                                          ode to Edgar Allan Poe