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Mocking Masks

Glazed figurines
of marblesque perfection
in skilled arrangements
cold and impersonal
(number please)

Nodding heads at
wrong moments.
minds spinning –
a hundred questions
flooded with fear.

Speaking at one
while eyes flick
upon each new member
a few pennies worth
of measuring up,
a dime store delight
of tasteless fantasies.

Masks carefully applied
to stunning perfection
concealing humanness,
replacing warmth
with mock conviviality.

Prompt – Why Do I write?

Why write? There are so many reasons, yet in the final analysis, so few.  I write because it’s a driving need.  I write because unless I do I am cast adrift with all those feelings I NEED TO GET OUT OF ME!!   I blog to reach out and find if there are souls similar to mine in this planet and where they are.  To find out that Bipolar or Fibromyalgia or Traumatic Brain Injury goes further than the entrance to my door is comforting, informing and quieting. It is where the stuff I have in my head gets out so I won’t be trapped within a miasma of discontent, frustration and pain.

The Question

So love is where its at Baby,
and my, my how we all run
from body to body
in desperate yearning
for that one person
beyond all others
that can reach deeply
into the soul’s dark corners
and pull forth
that gift carefully hidden.

Frantically we search
for the special someone
to fill our empty places,
making a shell become whole
because so little belief
is set in our own capacity
to make ourselves complete.

Love, baby, love –
the solitary key
passed from one hand to another’s
thoughtlessly dropped
by hungry feet
that in riotous panic
throng toward gathering places –

To get lost in the crowd
but fearfully hoping
for one night of love
before the illusion is shattered
and we stand naked
before empty souls
who had too little to give
and no time to give it –
desperate and despairing –
because love wasn’t the answer anymore
but just another question.