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Mask of Living Flesh
Mask of flesh
strip me away
reveal the naked sincerity
Peel the corruptible chaff riddled in backward stricter
Oh to be cleansed raw with desire from real eyes
Watch out for those smooth gainsayers
liars who deny fleshlings the grace of coming into age
Blackhearts with stories that youth is never left behind to rot unloved
Blur on your truth mirror
Flesh outed
we be souls anchored in mortal clay
Reach for the bones of a believer who has walked the dire
not afraid of the dirt you may bring to the door
a companion who gets the spit of life
Touching forward
feel the softness highlighting outspoken skin
hear the voices of roughened tincture singing lullabies
Share the garment of inspiration
find the light and dark within
Mask of living flesh
oiled cloth keeping eclectic breath warm
Skin lined in life’s lithography printing our unique story
A husk’s whispering of our name until dust to dust and flesh is no more
Mask of Living Flesh by Arcadia Tempest
Feelings and words fall on to the page
Sometimes they bite back
Sometimes they tug on our sleeve
Sometimes they have a cheeky grin
They stay once a page has found them
Words are faithful to us even in the dark
Comments
a dark write to match the dark image and mood…a cautious warning held …but so clearly seen and cleansed …an inspiring write KS ..once again brilliant
Hi there
Many thanks for your interpretation here, this was a piece I worked on for a while and feel very bonded to for I believe we are told such rubbish about aging that it really can make our lives miserable..
xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
The real will see us for who we really are, as they are, we are… A soul move of a write. Digs deep below the top layered mask.The combination of art and words speak as one..xo
Hi there
Indeed I went into the layers underneath the youth and aging skin and found a person without the need to anything more than a person on life’s journey…xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
Wow Karen that really spins the darkness into even darker, very charged and emotive. Great write :-) x
Hi Matt
I worked on this for sometime and it has been interesting reading others interpretations.
I see you saw a spin further into some darkness which I can understand.
It was a righteous kind of voice here and accepting of the mortal frame for being only a covering and nothing more.
So as we grow our life lines we print our own life story. :O) xxxx
– Arcadia Tempest
wow…deep…I like..awesome write:)
Thanks for reading, appreciate especially on this one as it was one I spent some time on. Cheers hope all is well with you. xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
An exposé of soul Karen, a brave, deep write
Hugs to you gorgeous :)
sandra x
brilliant writing Darling
I felt the strip away….and the truth of growing older leaves me less hungry. xxxx
….and that final mask rooted deeply into skin when removed will show what story is truly our own….the spit of life holds much for those who stand naked in its foam and care to see. A deep shedding of layers KarenSue….brilliant. xoxo
I always thought you’d have a “husky” voice, have you been rolling in hay again? got straw in ya drawers? if so, let it be with the one who sees the road you are on, carries a little dirt on their soul and looks for the wind change so they might keep you on course for that small island off tonga where this ship could remain stuck deep in mud for years and no-one would mind at all.
KS, I think this is one of your best writes. Deep and insightful. You packed this one with so many great lines.
Mask of flesh
strip me away
reveal the naked sincerity
Peel the corruptible chaff riddled in backward stricter
Oh to be cleansed raw with desire from real eyes
Really, really fantastic write.
love it….awesome