“ 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!

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“ Hiding ”~ inside time ~

We chose hiding

Thus not to see,

Days accumulate

In fulgent degree,

Beg to decelerate

Its senescence art,

For to compensate

By young at heart,

Would inside time

Only suffer to hide,

From fading mind

We allege ‘tis alive,

In its state of decline!

 

“ The Mask ” ~ a place to hide ~

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

“ Looking For Place ” ~ to hide ~

 

Looking for place

To hide,

One that’s as long

As wide,

A place for feelings

Yet rigidly raw,

In state that needs

A while to thaw,

As one so pleads

No longer can bear

Made hide ones fare…

 

So to survive

We have to find

A mind alive,

Who has little time

Left to realize

We’re near empty

On a road scarce alive,

So choked and dried

Be hard to find place,

We no longer need hide!

 

 

“ 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!

 

 

“ Reflections ” ~ in a changing eye ~

 

I still see clearly

The laughter

In her eyes,

Oft times

Meant but to hide

The anguish

Felt inside,

Or hold back

A mother’s tears

When in its stead

A warm embrace

Would take the place…

 

The while unknown

Her sheep said black,

Set to make tracks

Upon a world untried,

He’d soon discern

Life’s perilous facts,

Bids not an easy ride…

 

When he awakens

To look back

On years ago,

The lines of colour

Have so blurred,

He barely sees

The faded image,

For what he’d lived,

Be but reflections

Left in a changing eye,

Time now finds to obscure!