I find my self the observer watching
Watching everyone play their role
I only have bit parts right now
My major life role is over
There was no curtain call
Just over
So, I observe
Watch and observe how he looks
How she speaks
How they act out the roles
It all seems so staged
So mechanical
Without impact on me
I am in the footlights watching
No one seems to notice
Notice that I don’t have a role now
I had suddenly woke up
The play was over
My role over
There had been too many directors
Telling me what to do, how to look
What to say, what to feel
I played the role
Yet, the role was not me
And now it is over
So, I watch feeling more real
Not playing a role
Not knowing what role to play
Not wanting to play a role
Yet, I feel more real watching
Waiting for the players to cue me
The players occasionally invite me in
I don’t follow their script
I don’t follow any script anymore
Since, I don’t have a role
I keep watching and waiting
Asking myself
“Am I waiting for a new role?”
“Am I waiting for a new director?”
I feel like I am waiting
But I think I have arrived
It is not a glamorous role
It is just real life
A stage cannot support it.
It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
Reviewed by Chuckie Finn (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2004
I believe we are all thespians in some respect..even an understudy is waiting in the wings if you look behind you..A very entertaining and thought provoking poem!
Best Wishes,
Chuckie
Reviewed by Sally Montoye (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Gosh, can I relate to this. Thanks for the good read! Blessings to you.
Reviewed by megan t (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Beautiful and deep and extremely well-written.. WOW. from one actor to another, I loved every word of this..
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
Best Wishes,
Chuckie
megan