It is a career of make-believe, of masks. We all have masks in life.
quote by Judd Nelson
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Where Have Gone Those Masks?
Where have they gone?
All those masks of the past!
Many masks hiding faces of the ones clever.
One was of love pure,
Another was of friendship innocent
And another was of care entwining.
Those masks had a power
That mesmerised the weak minds for some time.
Where are those masks?
No one sells them as the marketeers
Don`t have much to fill the wallet
From these little transparent masks now.
Masked faces have faded out from amidst us all
And there walk many without faces at all!
The poet himself has none.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Spaces Some Silences
by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Choosing the right mask helps you... We went through many masks. It was very particular leather that as soon as you smudged it, you had to get a new one. We went through about 55 masks.
quote by Gerard Butler
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Twisted Masks
Sick in the head
Sick in the mind they'll call me
The hypocrites who lie about their masks
they see not because they look not
who i am is who i choose to be
masks filled my face from inch to inch
tell me who i am you sick twisted soul
thinking you know my heart like its gold
twisted time engraves upon ones heart
like sadness on the face of a clown
does my face shine that masks so
but who am i to twist the facts of life?
poem by Branden Aeling
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What Is Joy?
What is joy
If the teacher’s cane
Comes out of classrooms joyfully
Hugging conmen and murderers!
What is joy
If the temples' doors swallow
Society’s deviants to let out masks
On masks for masks joyfully!
What is joy
If our Orchard’s nurses,
Rains chase away to woo for pay
Rain’s waters by the riverbanks!
What is joy
If our fathers and mothers
Sow their bedrooms and roses
In the courts' law lords!
What is joy
If our chosen captains
Sail on these courses of woe,
Our only nation’s Ark!
What is joy
If you’ll hear and bemoan these
Just tomorrow’s nights to find you
Camped against your vows!
What is joy
If you hate my voice
To yearn for it when ruined in the next
Ship-wreck you can salvage!
Undress me! ! ! ! !
Living under a cover
Hiding me.....
Undress my emotions
I want to break free
The inside clown
Long left the stage
Under his mask
A human disguised
Friend, foe or love
This human decides
Changes identity
Changes faces
Amidst the crowd
Masks to change
How do i select? ? ?
When i've lost the clown......
Humans are not unique
Indeed not
Carrying their masks along
Identical and fake
My lost identity
Glued with masks
Shed me off this burden
Undress me
Undress me............
poem by Royston Serrao
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Behind the Mask...
Don't be fooled by the mask that I wear,
Throughout my journey I wear many masks,
Masks I am afraid to live whithout,
I reveal only what I'm comfortable with,
Whilst hiding the naked heart of me,
Yet all of these masks have become me,
Pretense an art form I know so well,
Don't be fooled by my boldness,
Look past the surface to the emotions within,
To the soul that cries in silent pain,
A boundless well of passion waiting to be tapped,
Loves flame waiting to devour the gentle breath of reason,
All this I hold for you... Behind the mask...
Spread the love... The peace will follolw...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Why blame the masks
arche revolving phases
of a laughter or of a cry
arche living faces
life ful though doomed to die
arche fetish turning
its empty holes into our eyes
the sight of self to fulfill
better try healing what you cannot kill
what's lightless in us or ill
why blame the masks
it's not them
it's us
us in slums of fear of us
us in rage against us
us in shields from us
us in the dark caves of us
or even us with the light masks of us
it's me and you
never really knowing
who is protecting what or who
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The True Me
The me that wants to fall in love,
Not spend another night in a,
Lustful bed.
The one that is deaf,
Because of her mothers hate cries.
The me that takes the word danger with a grain of salt,
And will try anything once.
If not killed might try it again.
The one that really thinks she is beautiful and sexy,
And enjoys getting dressed up,
Because then someone might notice her.
The me that is a broken and fallen angel,
Picking up all the pieces.
But needs your hand to learn how to start,
Putting them back together again.
The one that is a weak, loud, strong leader,
Who will put you before herself anytime, anywhere.
The person that you cant see from a far.
The someone that you cant find skin deep,
Even if you looked real hard.
This me is the one who is only shared within whispers,
And hidden within too many masks.
The masks are like a layered cake and I am at the bottom
Every word within the poems that I write
The masks crumble at the tip of my pen
And I expose to you
The true me
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Halloween in the Deep Night
Festival in the deep night
Parade of colours and masks
Time to dwell in darkness
And what it can bring to life.
It is time in the year when
People pose in disguise,
playing the role of the good
the bad, the sinners and saints.
Let us celebrate this night
of Halloween in fear and delight
Let us pose in disguise and see
Ourselves behind our own masks.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Masks are falling
Masks are falling.
Don't say it please,
that you are wearing it too.
Harrowing wind, distressing rain,
Freezing cold and burning heat - I have seen it all.
Looking at your face,
I walked pass through.
Now tremor beneath my feet.
Don't let the color go off.
If the earth is still so green,
That's because of you.
If the time stopped at dusk,
Oh dear, the reason I knew.
Masks are falling.
Please remain the way you were.
I fear to see you new.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Desiring To Control
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.
But an unsuspecting awakening...
Is beginning to make attempts,
To prevent this evil and devilment sent.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
And it should come as no surprise,
How the quality of deceit with the use of effective lies...
Has hypnotized with a sweetened treatment,
That has controlled the lives of unconscious minds.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Are being removed slowly...
From the ones responsible,
For the escalation of troubling world events.
And even though this wickedness to many doesn't make sense...
It does,
If you are among the few...
Desiring to control and over many to rule!
With a keeping of a population convinced...
What is being done is in their best interest meant.
'Do you smell that? '
~No.
Smell what? ~
'A very slight presence,
Of manure in the air! '
~No,
I haven't noticed it.~
'You will...
Or my name is not Wilson.'
~Your name isn't Wilson.~
'That's just how strong that stench is going to be.
Who we 'think' we are...
Will never again be the same.
AND...
Mother Nature?
Is not just going to stand by and watch the unfolding either.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Not An Angel Nor An Evil
I'm not an angel
Nor an evil
I'm who i'm
just little bit different
From the people around
Just Because I can't put on masks
And change them with every character and situation
Every while and while
Does that make me bad!
How they make me admire
when every while and while
They wear on and off
Different face
and face
They just make me smile.
I can't change colores
I can't wear masks.
I can't act happy
When i'm sad
I Can't laugh when someone is sad
Then I'll feel so bad
I'm not perfect
But I try to do my best
Sometimes a nice word
Can give me the world
A smile of a child
Makes me fly
A sad glance can make my heart cry
I'm just a human being
I laugh
I cry
I try
I shout
I feel
I fear
That's the way it is
Even with my faults
Still I can feel proud
I judge myself and sometimes even make fun.
But never ever want to be like those
Who act angel
Then they make million faults
Yet they never feel shy to judge others
How they make me admire!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Earlier on in my career I felt that I had to hide behind a lot of different masks, and showboat ways of performing. Now, that's a lie. The less I have to hide, the less I have to act.
quote by Thomas Jane
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The Poet
Sometimes a killer
Because words
Words can shatter
Solid concepts human beliefs
Pages into the pieces torn
Sometimes a healer
Because words
Words can heal
Restore forgotten values relief
New books of life born
A plunderer
As words
Words are the treasure
Masks to wear and masks to tear
Life pulsating people to find
As words
Words are the target measure
Of a killer
Of a healer
Of a treasure hunter swift
The poet is Love Gift
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Teen Remembrances(one I did 4 a class)
Teen remembrances are a drag
When you're living within too many masks
Covering up what everyone wants you to cover up
You always remember living
Three different lives
Three different people living inside
You just wanting to be one
With such low expectations
One has to set high goals in life
To know ones self by
No one understands that I just want to cry sometimes
Tears do fall from these eyes
I just hide them away in the hole
That I slowly drowned in without laughing from day to day
The smile that I put on my face every day
Fools everyone I meet and the ones that I don’t
It even fools me from time to time
Thinking I really might be happy but I’m not
I’m not happy here and that is why I have to leave
To run and hide within my many masks
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Foggy, Foggy Blue
When I was a young man, I loved to write poems
And I called a spade a spade
And the only only thing that made me sing
Was to lift the masks at the masquerade.
I took them off my own face,
I took them off others too
And the only only wrong in all my song
Was the view that I knew what was true.
Now I am older and tireder too
And the tasks with the masks are quite trying.
I’d gladly gladly stop if I only only knew
A better way to keep from lying,
And not get nervous and blue
When I said something quite untrue:
I looked all around and all over
To find something else to do:
I tried to be less romantic
I tried to be less starry-eyed too:
But I only got mixed up and frantic
Forgetting what was false and what was true.
But tonight I am going to the masked ball,
Because it has occurred to me
That the masks are more true than the faces:
—Perhaps this too is poetry?
I no longer yearn to be naïve and stern
And masked balls fascinate me:
Now that I know that most falsehoods are true
Perhaps I can join the charade?
This is, at any rate, my new and true view:
Let live and believe, I say.
The only only thing is to believe in everything:
It’s more fun and safer that way!
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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The Broken Girl
The light is fading faster
as her life begins
to go
the darkness comes
as her life slowly
slips away
her demons have risen
they've taken control
she's not the girl
she used to be
The girl with the
smile, the
girl with the
laugh
That girl is gone
she has died off
she left this day
the day of an honest
mistake
a mistake she will
have to die for
for her grandma will
soon know
they don't see it
for they don't know
the wrath of her grandma
they think the grandma's
sweet
they say she's not that way
She says her grandma will
take
everything she holds dear
they say they don't believe it
they say that its not true
little do they know
her grandma is of a nature
where she will take all
from the girl
all because of one
mistake
the girl will loose it all
the girl you knew will
be long gone
for she must say good-bye
all to soon you will
meat the girl she
really is
for all to soon her masks
shall drop
all to soon she will
reveal all
the masks shall drop
and many will see
just how broken that girl
really is
to soon they will see
that girl is
me
(written 9/29/10)