The Player In The Play
Thoughts In My Everflowing Stream Of Consciousness…..
The Player In The Play belongs to the following groups:
1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, End Times, Practising the Dark Arts and WMGIn a corner he waits,
Mouldering amidst the strangers,
In a wanderers land where
Bones could never rest.
Quiet, hidden, home once
Beckoned, a headstone,
Mired in the bog, handsome
And stately, like the terrible
Flame that burnt in the mind.
Eyeholes, mouthhole, ears that
Cannot hear the rattling of
Moments, quiet shades and
Shadows moving restlessly
In the darkness. What do you
Want of us? The words slide off
Of fleshless grins, empty muck,
Cavernous thoughts. The shaking
Begins, an endless awakening.
Like a nightmare one cannot be
Roused from. Abandoned glory,
A whores remembrance, a vanity
That casts a jaded glance on yesterday.
Fool, did you think it would be that
Easy to be the player in the play?
Daylight creeps into the corner,
Where he will always wait.
Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™
Gregory John O...
Like it, Susan, well writen
Sheila Pasket
very nice!! Love it!! well done
Sally Omar
Susan, You are so very talented…love it!!!! Hugs, Sally xxxooo
tkrosevear
And, such deep thoughts of soul-searching consciousness ;)
cloudsdreams
stunning this visual writing…always my love…janet