Masks and Mirrors

Masks and mirrors.

Smoke and smears.

Facts and fears.

Friends and fakirs.

Triumphs and tears.

Angels and demons.

Gods and Demigods.

Clowns and jesters juggling jangling jaundiced junk that festers.
Capes and captions mirrored reactions… distractions… fractions... Additions and subtractions, refractions, contradictions and contractions. Caricatures and creatures of fetid fuming foulness... and fluttering fairies, formless phantasms.

Tricked or treated?

Mimes and marionettes murmuring, muttering voiceless verbiage.
Burning questions emblazoned on visages of visceral vicissitudes.
Molten meaning of meandering mindless minglings.
Friendly fauxs fawning furiously for featureless findings… forgetting???

Masks reveal more than conceal, congeal consciously unconscious considerations, self mutilations, shadows tattooed, piercings from pounding skin, tits and tats, dicks and dats…

"I Tawt I Taw A Puddy Tat"*

Visions, provisions, perversions, aversions, conversions, immersions, diversions…
Masks delicately dangling from filaments of featureless floss, flinging flailing insults, seeking results, co-opting consults, clinging to cults of prisonalities of unaltered he-goes, she-goes…

until…

Punctuated by powerful potentiality, enfolding light, luminescent immersion, bathed in balming beautiful brightness. Eliminating night-ness and daze. Mending ways, clearing the haze, navigating the maze.

Amazing Grace.

Masking mirrors and mirroring masks. Are we up to the tasks that the hidden One asks?


“ Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say's I've got nothing to fear”**

* Lyrics written by Alan Livingston.
** Lyrics By Erik Schrody (Everlast) performed with Santana