When the curtains falls down and one can finally rest alone,it is when the soul can be structured again, regain strength and gather the pieces as in an art work.
The lights goes off but inside it goes on. Bright lights, pure essence. The love is again love.
The theater finally can be forgotten.
What life is this? Can anyone there answer me? To live this life one need to be the best actor. One Oscar every day. Pay attention to all the details.
The voices, the glimpse on eyes. Every turn of the head precisely on time. A rich act.
Then, when the lights finally turns off, one can turn the inner light on.
This life has the rhythm of joy but in hypocrisy.
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Malu (Pseudonym) (
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Just who IS the person behind the mask?? Well expressed poem that touches on universal truths!
It is one of the performers I create to fill up some of my days.
Of course, who doesn't.
Many of days I fall
With the roles to perform
Playing all to my best
I know my soul needs rest
Think I found a little in your words, thanks for the recharge. 😉
Welcome. I love to feel the coolness of a free mind since our bodies are being slaved everyday.
Malu, you very nicely expressed what all of us do every day: acting. At work, at church, with loved ones....no matter where we are or what we do, most of us try to be what the others expect. Would the world be better if all of us would be exactly the way WE want to be? Probably not.
Oh! You are so right. Gotta keep those demons chained. This is what I talk about bringing beauty from madness. Observe the obscure thoughts and proclaim freedom but inside you. Outside we are all slaves of one thing or another. Got to be mind and spirit free. Thanks for your dear comment.
Wonderful poem
Enjoyed it very much
I see you.. I know you
We my dear are just
The same...
great piece well done...
Thank you for your feedback. We are always finding a way to fit better. And who knows the truth? I'm still looking for it.
It's inside us all, I guess. People are messy! Just have to give out grace by the buckets. Nice to read you!
Thanks dear.i can say we are all inside the same bucket. I find amusement in every bit and piece of my life anyways. Laughing even on the tragedy.
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