A snapshot of where I am. This is a subtle re-write of something which I posted the other night...while a bit worse for wear....so one or two errors leaked out...oh for a proof reader......One day I hope to wear the same face until the end..... THE CAROUSEL OF FACES By Steven Scott RELENTLESSLY IN A WHIRLPOOL SPIN AS ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES, YOU ASSUME A DIFFERENT GUISE TO FIGHT THE DAY. CHOSEN FROM THE ENDLESS RACKS YOUR FEATURES THE MIRROR SHOWS, AN EXPRESSIONLESS SOUL WITH NOTHING LEFT TO SAY. ANOTHER DAY OF SCREAMING OUT BUT THE WORLD’ S TOO DEAF TO HEAR, YOU GO FROM THE HIGHEST UPS TO THE DEEPEST DOWN. A PROFILE IN THE SHINY GLASS WIPES AWAY ONE MORE FALLING TEAR, AGING FEATURES REVEALING YET ONE MORE LINE OF FROWN. EACH MASK THAT YOU WEAR DAILY IS A PERFORMANCE AWAITING PRAISE, YOU PORTRAY THE PART SO WELL OF A BLEEDING HEART. A CAST OF COUNTLESS CHARACTERS GHOSTS ARE NOW LOST IN A DISTANT HAZE, YOUR BODY SHAKES AS ORCHESTRA STRIKES UP TO START. A PAINTED SMILE IS AGAIN APPLIED AND YOU HOPE THAT IT DOESN’T RUN, FOR THE JESTER IS THE CRUELEST JOKER IN YOUR DECK. AN OUTLAW AGAIN IS RIDING FREE WHILE HE EMPTYS OUT HIS LOADED GUN, BUT IT’S THE SHERIFF PLACING THE ROPE AROUND HIS NECK YOU HOPED FOR LOVE AND HAPPINESS BUT IT ALL JUST BLEW UP IN SMOKE, AND THE PLANNED MOVIE TURNED OUT A HOLLYWOOD FLOP. QUESTIONS TURNED INTO WISH LISTS ABOUT SUBJECTS YOU NEVER SPOKE, AND THE CAROUSEL JUST NEVER EVER SEEMED TO WANT TO STOP. TELL ME JUST WHO WILL RIDE MY WILD HORSES AND SAIL THE RIVER OF GOLD, CAN YOU LIE FOR ME AND BE TRULY MY BEST FRIEND. WILL HOPE REPLACE THE TURNING TIDE AS MY HEART STRINGS REMAIN UNSOLD, AND CAN ETERNITY TRULY REACH ITS NATURAL END. DON’T TURN TO FACE THE MUSIC LAW BECAUSE YOU MAY NOT LIKE THE SOUND, IS IT EASIER NOW THE WHOLE WORLDS THERE TO BLAME. HAD I EVER DISAPPOINTED YOU OR LEFT YOU WEEPING IN THE “LOST AND FOUND”, MISPLACING LOVE IS SUCH A HEART GUT WRENCHING SHAME. I HADN’T USED THIS FACE FOR YEARS AS IT LAY SEARCHING FOR THE CHORD, LIGHTING MY WAY WAS DONE WITH A FIREWORK CANDLE . I GAMBLED ON KEEPING LOVE SO RARE WHICH TO LOSE I COULD ILL AFFORD, BUT THE RAIN AND RUST PROVED JUST TOO HARD TO HANDLE. I KNOW THAT IT’S IN YOUR VOICE BECAUSE I CAN HEAR IT AND I CAN TELL, BUT YOU CAN’T STOP AS IT’S MUCH TOO LATE TO STAY. TRUE FREEDOM HAS A SMELL AND TASTE LIKE A LOST OASIS WATER WELL, BUT THERE IS NO DRINKING IN THE HEAT OF YOUR LONGEST DAY WHATS THE USE IN RELIGION IF THE WINE CELLAR’S FILLED WITH BLOOD, BECAUSE IF YOU’RE THE ICE THEN I AM SURELY WATER. MY LOVE HEARS WHEN YOU LIE AND STANDS NAKED JUST LIKE IT SHOULD, AS MY CONSCIENCE DIVES DEEP WITH THE OCEANS DAUGHTER. HOW CAN A LOVE ENDURE THE PAIN AND GIVE ALL MUCH NEEDED CLARITY, DOES A BEATING HEART STOP AT EACH TRAFFIC LIGHT, IS HAPPINESS FOR THOSE NEEDING LEAST BUT STILL TAKE IT JUST LIKE CHARITY, AS ANOTHER TORTURED SOUL ONCE MORE RUNS OUT OF SIGHT. I JUST CANNOT ESCAPE THE TIDE IMPRISONED IN THE SHACKLES I’M WEARING, MISERY’S ENEMY IS SURELY TRUE LOVE IN ITSELF. BUT CAN I PULL OF THIS LAST SHOW STOPPER AND DO IT WITH SUCH DARING, OR IS THIS ACTOR ONCE MORE JUST PLAYING HIMSELF
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 12:17:57 +0000