Set up, design a set, have to
Make up mind, make up
Elements of theatrics
Confessions of a has been that never has
Got the proof needed
Now can follow through what’s been said
All along
The watchtower
Don’t be scared for your self
But for those others that granted another lease
Confessions of a pornographer have no accolades, Henry Mirrer started to his writing pornography on the left existential left
The last man must laugh it off, laugh like crazy to overcome the spell of the East ,
The spell that ying tanged energy can preserve that sealed vanity, that has always alluded the young, and ridiculed the wisdom of the aged.
Khrishnamurti wisely said “you must give it up”
And if you don’t , there is the transformative aspect of the hall of mirrors like in a circus ,
Stick to mirrors that don’t flatter,
That don’t make you fatter
And don’t try justifying the opposite, by deluding the simple image of youth being in love
mistaking themselves with the other,
Thinkin they can get away with it
For the shadow is long as it is sweetly enhancing
Where there does not occur the idea that forever after is possible,
And veins ever so slowly from it’s initial stupor of longing
And that image plucked from the flow up above posited by countless of image makers ,
Of imagination’s works, that creates workable solutions of watered down concentrations,
Of consecrated angels fielding them to sentimental hears,
Images hard driven into eternity without any flagrant violations of anyone’s breat of vapored out unrequited passion.
No, such hardly driven hearses of fears end games are as mistaken, as the wishful tremors of those pushed toward the limit of desire, as if their roles depended on it
Enough, enough, a brand new start, an invisible refrain, to tally up all spent desire, as Socrates paying the ultimate price for.
Can not be deceived, even if perceived by thousands of eyes, and refusing to believe that they too , afraid to cross that lonely image, into it’s veritable blunder that they so mistakenly speak of:
You die alone as you were born, and creating an image of togetherness in-between
The nerve of those who live only to dispossess the haunt of the righteous!