"Tatsukete"

[Angel37]

More poetry from me!!!!


"Tatsukete"


A simply harmless circle,
Made up of all the people,
Actors and entertainers,
Ready to reveal inside,
The images the masks hide.
Jesus, Satan, demons, prostitutes,
Soldiers, crucifiers, believers
And sinners, all in one circle ready to show
The darker side of the moon.

A secret reminescing,
Perhaps some winded whispering,
Or a dream or two, pass through,
The room where all the actors dwell,
The room where all the secrets tell,
It slowly leaves me behind,
To where I find the memory long asleep.

As words masquerade as psalms,
As I slowly wring my palms,
Thinking of the things to say,
All eyes then turn.
I'm on display.

It comes out like a snail at first,
Then the deer begins to climb.
It bursts through like a waterfall,
This schism in my mind,
Of the present from the past,
The reason that I live,
The sacrifices that were made,
The things that he did give,
Replay on a movie screen,
That rests inside my head,
And comes out in the desperate sobs,
Of agony and dread.

Reliving horror night from night,
And day by day reflecting,
I put them all to shame for I,
An actor, acts the acting.
Yet they all do hold me well,
And sobs depict empathy.
They act like actors too, they tell,
They know alot of pain.

Days go by and tears I cry,
I look forward not to this,
To pick myself up again,
And face the sorrow's kiss.
What now can I turn to?
Who will sing for me?
Where have all the cowboys gone?
Is it only me?
Though actors are acting,
I do not know them well.
I say, "God, I'm alone here."
He says, "Know ye not of hell?"

-Crash Windthorn
9-10-06

[Zarn Ishtare]

You stole all the words.

There is nothing left to say.