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
Our center is in reality the center all of life.
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