Flesh trapped in
cement--
(we try to kiss)
the reality of
one past life
built a kingdom
in the form of a mask,
painted over the tenderness
of pink flesh
a masquerade to lie behind.
Feet stuck in the ground
pillars of stubborn stone
erects a statue into
a false forged trust
molding artistically
elemental scavengers
who use innocent skin
to form a bust.
Unmoved from the
rambling voice
love and such
things like the truth,
faith in mine
high and low pitch
chips and blows
thick shells from
the inside out
tears of stone
raining lava bombs
makes me cry
waters the earth
sand and snow
age adds wings
to life of worth
A face looking
through a facade from
the same eyes of the black
relentless
beast
A voice on repeat
eventually
cracks the mulish,
files down the rumors,
scares away the dust
changes the chemicals
down to one alabaster
face
of another time
or one's own made up mind.
TJK
Beautiful Tracy I am so happy that you found a way to live your dream. I always miss you.I hope you are healthy and happy.I hope one day our paths will cross again, I strayed from my path maybe I didn't realize that I had one. That was then.I found my path after all. Love,Julie
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