The Heart Behind the Golden Mask
Written by on in Vindaloo.


Behind that perfect visage
That the saints and scholars praise
My perverse thoughts do wander
Wondering who I'd find behind
Does that lady fear the darkness
Can she feel it press her eyes
Does she weary of base men
Lauding praise and gilded verse
Upon her outward facing mask
When she would have them love
Her troubled golden heart
Does she dream of holding hands
Watching children grow and learn
Sweating rivers under distant suns
Building worlds to give her sons
Creating hope where once was none
Who is the hidden soul in there
How much is her and how much air
Dreams of things could never be
Oh what base crime to imagine
Ladies so beyond our passions
Dancing here with men so rough
Yet the cracked glimpse calls me
Weeks later I can hear its voice
Lying on the matter's chances
My heart ensnaring in her vice
Yet it's not for me she's searching
My mind has told me so now thrice
Still I wake from dreams of lifting
The masking veil to share a life

Comments

  1. Honey

    Honey on 02/13/2006 12:55 a.m. #


    <br />
    Sitting at home…alone<br />
    I fondle the mask<br />
    This wretched mask<br />
    Of forged art<br />
    That hides me safely<br />
    Protected from truth<br />
    Ever aloof<br />
    Eluding pain…again<br />
    <br />
    Passion burns with a fury<br />
    In a smelter of lies<br />
    Intensely consuming under sunlit skies<br />
    But when the cold night draws<br />
    The furnace shuts down<br />
    Left in the darkness<br />
    Desolation to drown<br />
    In a slurry of dejection

  2. Honey

    Honey on 02/13/2006 10:09 p.m. #


    <br />
    ooo, sounds a little like pre valentine's day blues :-S...where can i get a new page?

  3. Honey

    Honey on 02/13/2006 10:20 p.m. #


    <br />
    Hallelujah!<br />
    <br />
    St Valentine's Day<br />
    So hide the warring swords away<br />
    Fling open the doors of a bursting heart<br />
    Your ardent love to here impart…<br />
    <br />
    Run me through the summer rain<br />
    Steal from me a kiss<br />
    Under the arbor of the rambling rose<br />
    This is pure bliss<br />
    <br />
    Draw me a heart in the sand<br />
    Frolic in the sea<br />
    Make wish for love on a blue star fish<br />
    This is heaven for me<br />
    <br />
    I’ll pack us a picnic lunch<br />
    We’ll make our way to the glade<br />
    Sign our initials in the trunk of a tree<br />
    To seal promise that never shall fade<br />
    <br />
    Faces kiss that of a baby's<br />
    Sweet fruit of a passionate love<br />
    While we playfully lie taking pictures<br />
    With arm stretched out up above<br />
    <br />
    Hold my hand as we wander<br />
    Down through the rainforest track<br />
    As run ahead children discover hid worlds<br />
    We’re hoping they’ll find their way back<br />
    <br />
    BBQ out on the deck<br />
    Children giggle on Granddad’s lap<br />
    As he recites to them tall tale verse<br />
    Of life in his day’s way back<br />
    <br />
    Lie with me here in the grass<br />
    I’ve brought you paper and pen<br />
    Write for me the perfect way<br />
    This day you’d dream to spend…<br />

  4. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/14/2006 1:22 a.m. #


    Ah, the perfect day she'd know<br />
    Where children laugh and lillies grow<br />
    Long afternoons of buzzing trees<br />
    Of kissing little one's scraped knees<br />
    <br />
    In my mind I page back through<br />
    Love notes yellowed on paper blue<br />
    Sharing dreams simple and mundane<br />
    With girls I'll never see again<br />
    Should I resurrect old stories<br />
    Of epicurean life and glories<br />
    Maybe crib the sheets in full<br />
    My gentler heart resists that pull<br />
    <br />
    What dreams do I dream today<br />
    They are the same perhaps I say<br />
    Curling up on an old-soft couch<br />
    In a party-quiet house's pouch<br />
    Children abed with happy smiles<br />
    Lover's eyes sparking future miles<br />
    My chest knows only simple truth<br />
    Family gathered and friends sooth<br />
    For that simple dreamer it's enough<br />
    To be with the people that it loves

  5. Honey

    Honey on 02/18/2006 3:01 p.m. #


    Gift From the Blue <br />
    <br />
    I sit admiring this gift<br />
    That lays open on my desk<br />
    Wrapped in metallic shock electric blue<br />
    It's delivery certainly impressed<br />
    <br />
    Actually it arrived a little early<br />
    So I really am not sure<br />
    That a Valentine's Day gift<br />
    Is what it was intended for<br />
    <br />
    Nevertheless a gift it was<br />
    That caught me clean off guard<br />
    And I'd have gleefully thrown arms around him<br />
    If for love of truth I'd no regard<br />
    <br />
    Instead I found some words<br />
    To mask over my surprise<br />
    That would avoid me having to took<br />
    Directly in his eyes<br />
    <br />
    Then a few pleasant words<br />
    As I try to hide the pace<br />
    Fear creates within my heart<br />
    That causes it to race<br />
    <br />
    Words they can be truth<br />
    At the same time being lies<br />
    Depending on how they're interpreted<br />
    Or how well they are disguised<br />
    <br />
    For example if I say 'I love you'<br />
    Yet it's understood not what that means<br />
    One may conceive all manner of wrongs<br />
    And indulge in all manner of dreams<br />
    <br />
    In the end I'm left sitting here<br />
    Still not knowing what to do<br />
    So I take the pen to paper<br />
    And simply write heartfelt "thank you"

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