In all that is beautiful there will be an ugliness
In all that is loving we will  find some pain
For every ounce of kindness comes some degree
                      of cruelty 

On every  wave we ride  there will be the chance 
                      of drowning
Upon each wing we soar there comes the risk of 
                        falling
And on every flame we can climb to the heavens 
                and achieve great  joys
Or plummet to the pits of the flame to experience 
                  our deepest sorrows

But if , when the flame  extinguishes itself , there
       remains the glow of the embers
All that has  wrought the tears and  the pain will
     forgotten in the eternal glow 
Of a Fire's Embers ~~~


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In the darkness I can sense their voices ~
    simple whispers piercing through
             the shadows

Their intensity can be haunting ~
   phantoms , unable to  fabricate
      or mystify with illusions

They are the portholes to the realm of emotions~
   kaleidoscopes of ecstacy, hate, anger
         passion and love 

Unearthly are they in their attributes ~
   prisms to transfix, magnify
      reflect and  enchant

As oracles  they relay and  recant narrations~
    chronicles  dipicted without pretense 
         cloaks or veils 

These are the windows of your heart  and soul~
     they  are the reflectors of mine 
For in the recesses of our eyes masks will not
            prevail~~~


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A child's  tears
       slides slowly down
soft pale  cheeks 
        from a violation of trust ,
from the pain that
         refuses to ebb.
Lacerations heal fast,
          waning with  time
But the desolation
          in a child's eyes
From tainted love
           the bereavement in
A child's soul 
           from the defilement
Of an adult world  
           corrodes and pulverizes 
The fragile smile
            in that child's 
Precious heart~~~


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An angel's tear cascades 
gently down a velvet cheek
of a soul lost and tortured 
cacooned in a web of pain
swallowed by its depth
the tear's silvery essence 
is there to heal & soothe 
and fill the scars that 
mar the tender heart ~~~


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Fabricate your presence 
  give fables from the past
falsify your future 
   but know that  it won't last 

Throw out a couple of decoys
   prepare another mask 
Paint another masterpiece
   realize the images will crack 

Narrate your pretty stories 
   take lead role in the play 
create another life to lead 
   but this too will fade

The paint will peel
the masks will break 
the words and stories 
will go to waste 
the walls will tumble 
the veils will fall 
and someone will see 
through them all ~~~


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I sit surrounded by the masks 
          of my friends 
And I masquerade  as the fool 
          among them 
Seemingly deluded to their charades 

So I sit unawares as to whom they
      are attempting to fool
            me or them 

They discredit  me powers of perception
Never mind my ability to see behind 
    the thoughts that cloud 
             their minds

They are not malicious or cruel
They simply do not express what
            truly lies within

They want to save my feelings 
       but do not understand 
My feelings can not be spared by
      these surface illusions 
             they send ~~~


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