“ The Appearance ” – of being –

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“ The Appearance ”

                     – of being –

You observe a façade

Of innate appearance,

By established events

Implying a difference,

Tho ne’er so inherent

As metamorphosis tap,

To being’s emergence

Expand likely to grasp,

Be your ego’s defiance

Questions so to conceal,

With veneer abeyant

And a core fails reveal,

For its reasons defiant

Save ones said presence,

As a being bids vibrant

Marking so its existence,

The while different aspirants

Possess the appearance of being!

                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

an Ode to all Totem Art sculpting and sculptors…

Art – Inspired by Rebecca Budd – Clanmother,

Music – Au Bout Du Fil – Now, by Vexento –

“ The Smile ” ~ wants trick reality ~

There’s a smile

On his face,

Tho for a while

He’ll embrace,

Gathered years

Of delusory state,

His abstruse façade

Holds stuff of tears,

Thus he feigns glad

No one can hear,

What surges inside

He’ll fancy hide,

By imaging wise,

To cover sorrow

Until it subsides,

As causes held wide

Wants trick reality,

With smile that disguises!

“ The Façade ” ~ of a smile ~

He wears a smile

Save no surprise,

If but the while

He means to hide,

His shaded guile

Woefully apprised,

In a conjured façade…

 

He has known wile

In angst of sorrow,

More than enough

To find not borrow,

He’d known tears

Gathered for years

Beyond subsides,

Rendered invasive

To the outer side,

Of harbouring mazes…

 

Thus the façade

Blurred in guises,

Holds few surprises

Be joy or sadness                                          

That smiles disguise,                                      

Alas but for appearance!

The Mask

– a place to hide –

         – a place to hide –

You now find 
Need to hide,
Where time
Sets disguise,
Be the mask
Fits façade,
Meant to hold
Live inside,
There be bold 
Reinventing
Fatiguing soul,
Best obscured
In the interim,
One ways discern
Thence half alive,
To suffer return
Elude hell’s burn
In this interval bide,
Held a place to hide! 

                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                      written in Sweetsburg
          		                November 20, 2010
					 edit April 15, 2023

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Kiss of Spain, by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier   

“ He Is As One ” ~ with he who lives inside ~

 

He is as one

With he whom resides

Abidingly inside,

Who lived within

When body draped

With youthful skin,

Yet he who be therein

Albeit much the same,

Not so the he we see

Worn more than thin,

With cragged façade

Those years did carve,

Upon a now worn lad

The while resides as one,

With he who lives inside!

 

                                                       ode to they who have arrived

 

“ 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!

 

 

“ Imaging ” ~ ones images ~

I see reflections

Mirrors façade

Of who I be,

Causes me wonder

The while envisage

Held state  interior,

Imaging images

Shapes as I see,

Risks find exterior

Created inferior

To image ought be,

Thought fair or bold

Albeit meld justly,

Might not be image

Of persona be whole!

“ Time’s Façade ” ~ in camouflage ~

Time will but efface

Despite disguise,

When what belies                                                  

Beneath the surface

Of its sad facade,

Starts to disclose

Time cannot hide,

In camouflage

All that will slide,

For in the end, alas

All shades will fade,

Thus best be wise                                                              

To define its guise,                                                            

Less you be willing

To suffer blindly,

When time decides

Life’s meaningful side!

“ Anonymous ” ~ by design ~

Buried neath

A sad façade,

Cloaked in layers, 

Of ambiguity…

 

Masked in aura                                            

Of mystique,

Who would see

This pulchritude

Likened to a rose,

Veiled behind

Sorrow so bleak,

Wouldst by design

Endure anonymous!

 

 

“ People ” ~ who parade ~

 

I see people

Who parade,

Watched by they

Whose charade

Fool no other,

Yet they vary

Their façade,

Trying hard

To disregard,

They be barb

For one another…

 

Might be better

To look deeper

At their proper,

Thus find reason

Be themselves,

Not like others

Who so chose

Masquerade,

Which alas

Will not alter

They’re but clad

Would be people!