Monday, August 19, 2013

The Plastic Facade

                                                                       The Plastic Facade

I see the imperfection you try to hide
The real You lurking about
Your flaws unseen to the naked eye
Hidden from the truth and driven from darkness
The pain and anguish you try to disguise 
You torture yourself daily, the inevitable doom
You believe the lies you tell yourself
You can no longer determine What is reality and what is fantasy
Poor, pitiful little girl you are so lost and hidden from true reality
Your emptiness consumes your existence
Every tormenting thought awakens The Plastic Facade

~KA Faulk  copyright@2009

This poem was called to mind after writing,

  Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

              We Wear the Mask

    WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
            We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
            We wear the mask!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Clutter of the MIND

The spiral of the UNFORGOTTEN Life
This here that there, a miss, a forgotten momento
Another purchase left unattended and thrown amongst the PILE
The LIFE I see remembered from childhood
The little girl who had no home and knew not where she belonged
A mother who NEVER took care of her own needs
She gave until she had no more and then she exploded
THE SCREAM I recall so well
The daddy who just wanted to LIVE in PEACE
The mother who tried to love herself but found it so much easier
TO LOVE everyone else.....
That is what this Life I see before me recalls to mind

I had to get OUT
I never belonged or so I always felt
Who were these people surrounding my BEING, living in my house?
Could it be my mother and father?

I'm to exhausted to even SPEAK

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