Orbits
Hollow, as the wind blows
An instrument from the past
Dark holes on white mask
The theater of modern life
A role to abandon
Bits of nothing, the lure
Of love as cure
Obliterated sight
The playright cries, misunderstood
Shallow pretence of innoncence
Meaning lost, grim grimace
We can't compete:
My hair is long, my skin is smooth
Your chin is strong
The one who is
And the one who does
Make life complete
Carved bakelite
False face in black
Eyes that turned white
Lines were forgotten
All sense wiped out
High time to find
Our orbit
Axilla, you have defined what I refer to as the "plastic" personality profiles of today's masses -- no substantive proof nor accountability exists within their society -- virtue is lost in the majority of lexicons -- credibility is a hollow word of convenience -- compassion exists as myth for the most part -- spin has engulfed semantics with untruths -- value programing through parental guidance and today's inept academia unfortunately support all of the wrong human virtues -- this is a very dynamic work you offer -- I love how you have expressed in poetry these truths -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend --Jon Michael
Orbits... a dual state of counter-poised positions, moods or senses of being that are co-dependent; this makes me think of bipolarity, which many of us creative types exhibit at some time in our lives. Visually, this certainly conjurs the happy-sad Janus masks of theatrics and pierrots. Ironically, though depicted by masks and thus devices of "deception", both together probably conjure the embodiment of truth. Intriguing work as always, Axilea. And, as always, excellently crafted. xx
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2011
Axilea, Again, you make us use our brain power...Always a pleasure
reading your writings.
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Love and Peace
dan
thanks for sharing
Peace & love be with you
William
reading your writings.
Always,
Deborah
Morgan
fee
all actors and straw beings..
completeness is easy when there's little there.
Axilea, your truths are bells.
John
but I do understand enough to say this is so well-wrought!
Blessings,
Christine
Sheila
Janna
carved Our High White Forgotten All
in lines wiped out--
face turned to find that time
sense orbit were...
Any way you place those words, they're still haunting. --Charlie