“ 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!

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“ Every Road ” ~ a reinvention ~

 

Every road taken

Kindles desire,

Of maturate daring

Destiny inspires,

Held life reinventing,

Tho countless roads

Oft-times shadowed

By clouds of undoing,    

Man’s inner-child begs

For ways to discern

Every road said,

Wouldst find reinvention!