come one! come all!
to life's masquerade ball
the grandest display of all
hide thine face and you can stay
in this place where you always
live for today
Watch them twirl and dance.
Behind your mask, watch them prance.
but watch their eyes for they tell a story
Of better days, of timeless glory.
Look behind those eyes.
Beneath the mask.
See the lies.
Of which we should not ask.
A masquerade, a party, a ball.
Please, come one! Come all!
Love is a dance.
Of exquisite romance.
The truth, or a lie.
Whatever the hopes, the dreams may die.
Perhaps.
Just perhaps, what you ask?
You'll find happiness behind that mask.
So, won't you come with me?
Hidden, behind your mask you see?
To dance and play.
To laugh and sway.
To die, a little more this day.
Come, to the masquerade.
A gaudy ball, a grand parade.
A party, of childrens cheers.
A twisted gather, of morbid fears.
A calvacade, of cheerful cries.
A dark, dark party, full of lies.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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~Nikki~
Thanks,
Leland
~DAM~
Peace, Dove