Poems By Moon Masque Sweet Freedom Twisted Truths And Candy Lies Tomorrow He Comes To Me Giving You My Love The Fires Of My Heart Pieces Forgotten Today Look For Me The Real Devil |
Sweet Freedom I hover on the edge of the world... Arms outstretched, lips parted, eyes closed, mind and body aching to be released from the restraints of reality and time. I feel the breeze in my hair and the cool night air on my skin as thoughts of your love comfort me and hold me still. For a while, I am young and free, my mind as light as a feather as beautiful possibilities flood my soul, bringing the sweet essence of freedom to a crumbling spirit. And, here I will stay, lingering precariously on my perch as I patiently wait for reality or fantasy to decide my fate. Only then, with a smile on my lips and joy in my heart, will I leap to my destiny to be forever embraced by your warm loving arms or the cold harsh hands of death. And as the wind dies down, the night becomes still, and my absence is noticed... others may comfort themselves by knowing my pain is no more. Twisted Truths and Candy Lies The days pass, the years go by and still the miles remain. So many dreams have come and gone, I'll never feel the same. Twisted truths and candy lies, a wounded heart in disguise; Why can't you look into my eyes and recognize the pain? Tomorrow Tomorrow is but a long, hilly road with many side trails branching off from the main route. Two individuals stand on opposite ends of the road contemplating who will lead the other to their intended destination. One traveler remains rooted in place for fear of becoming lost or happened upon by carnivorous wolves during her journey. To pass the time, she has planted a seed along the path in the hopes the resulting bloomage will attract the other traveler to her. Although she waters the flower less frequently now, nonetheless, she keeps a watchful eye on its well-being, for if it were to die all dreams of tomorrow would be lost. Miles and miles ahead, the traveler on the opposite end holds a parchment clutched tightly in his hand. It is uncertain, even to her, if he understands the significance of that which he carries. Many desperate attempts to belay its importance seem to have failed. With map in hand he holds vigil over his end of the road, calling to her in the hope his words will be enough to show her the way. His cries have grown weaker now... or perhaps his voice is only lowered as he more carefully contemplates the path before him. In the meantime, birds of varying plumage make their presence known, circling and hovering over the road like hungry vultures. Some swoop below to whisper things in her ear that make her cry, while others attempt to crush her hope through more subtler means. Sometimes she envisions vagabonds on the road making their way toward him. Was that a glimpse of blue-black hair that just caught her eye? Regardless, he still holds the map, and she will not venture the terrain without it. So, there they stand... two people on opposite ends of a road, each refusing to take the first step... both so absorbed with tomorrow, that today passes them by. He Comes To Me He comes to me in the deep recess of sleep, whispering my needs from the darkest shadows of my dreams. And as I kneel, eyes downcast in remorse, face concealed by my veil of woven iniquities, I weep.... with want... He comes to me from the quiet, foreboding corners of my mind, revealing things I do not wish to descry. He will not let me forget, for to forget is to forgive and to forgive is futile. There is no forgiveness for the weak. He comes to me from the dancing flames of flickering candle light, showing me of all that has been... all that is... and all that could be. The path is there; I only need but a gentle hand to guide me. He comes to me from the silvery surface of the moon, observant and silent, as if he knows my inner thoughts. And he does... for he and I are one. Giving You My Love I wrote you a note, I carved it in my wrists I wrote you a note with a razor Giving you my love with every drop of blood Giving you my love on the floor (CHORUS) Can you hear me sing? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear me scream as I'm telling you good-bye? Can you hear me sing? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear me say... (w) Good-bye? I'm telling you a rhyme from the tallest building I can find Listen to the sound of my rhyme I'll sing you a song, I brought my gun along I'll sing you a song in my head (CHORUS) I'm giving you a date with every pill I take Giving you a date to remember I'll give you my trust I hope the rope don't bust I'll give you my trust from a tree Fires Of My Heart The fires of my heart once blew warm Then the kindling died and I grew cold I sought other means of light, candles bright burning so bold But their flames couldn�t compare to the blaze that you hold With scorched fingertips I now sit alone Searching my singed soul for the embers you sold Pieces Pieces scattered here and there Left to those who thought they cared. Alone inside a pillar of flesh Body of steel and mind of glass I need a savior; I want a knight I long for a hero who�ll make it right Smile, be happy, dance and twirl; We�re all alone in this cruel world Pieces scattered here and there Broken hearts and souls left bare Forgotten The cold, caliginous trundles of time leave me mute in the face of my own destruction, helpless in a deep grave of wrong choices and woeful inabilities. Handfuls of rotting black earth, by my own hand, are carelessly tossed over that which still remains, silencing any unheeded cries for help that would be scorned by deaf ears. Slowly, each layer of sin, each stratum of blackness carries me further away.. closer to my origins.... where I may be forgotten. Today Today, with eyes that show neither sorrow nor joy, I look over the dried and withered remains of the blossom that I had once tolled over with unrelenting passion. The road where the flower had stubbornly taken root is now obscure, shadowed by thick foliage; and the voice that I remember calling from the distance, so long ago, has long since faded into permanent silence. I look down the long winding path that leads to tomorrow and realize with a callous heart that no matter what passage we chose, fate will always have its way in the end. Indeed, some things were never meant to be. Lesson Complete. Look For Me Look For Me... At the place where time has no meaning... Where lifetimes are relived in a single breath.... And extemporaneous moments echo through the halls of infinity... Captured in the rapacity of desire. Find Me... Where the beauty of the seasons blend together in a kaleidoscope of color and sound... And the stars and planets fade one into the other... Orbiting in a circle of timelessness... In perfect unison with the essence of our souls. Reach for Me... In the abyss of atramentous mist... Near the threshold of nirvana... And I will be there waiting in the moonlight... Ready to take you home. Meet Me There... And remember... If only for a second... For within that second a dream can be shared for an eternity. The Real Devil The real Devil is devoid of horns, forked tail and bright red skin. The real Devil dines at our own table, drunk on the power we feed him. The real Devil stares up at us from the bottom of a drink. The real Devil is everywhere, closer than we think. If we look into the mirror we can catch a glimpse of him... There is no worse enemy than ourselves. _______________________________________________________________________________________ OTHER MOON MASQUE WEBSITES The Mystique Tarot The Meaning Behind the Masque Mystique Readings |
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