Tuesday, 28 August 2012

FACE/MASK (1997)

Start of a diary entry (13 July 1997)

Those slow to judge and those who ask,
Who penetrate beneath the Mask.
Find untold riches lay within.
And those who don’t? Loss is their sin.

I’d considered writing all in rhyme,
But lack the patience or the time.
Instead, I’ll display some restraint,
And tell you of my one complaint.

FACE/MASK (14 July 1997)


Those slow to judge, which dare to ask,
Who penetrate beneath the Mask,
Who enter now my Cerebral Dome,
The place my Soul must call its home.
Cast down their hatred, fear and sin,
Find hidden treasures lay within.

And those who don’t? Away they turn,
Misjudgement in their eyes does burn.
So let them burn, I’ll care no more,
Above their petty minds I’ll soar.

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