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  The Stage

  Posted by Craig Matheson on September 8, 2023 at 1:23 am

  Mad mania under cool confidence,
  Can swirling storm fuel acts upon the stage?
  Sometimes the mask slips away bottomless
  where desperation’s but left, at times rage.

  The slick exterior of sleek design,
  A showiness to all great performance;
  yet within finds godsent to Heir Devine
  despite persona seeming enormous.

  A shining light guides true dem gates we come,
  This plane – from Day One there’s attention.
  Thrown, screaming, from our birthing mum,
  Life, Liberty … and pursuit of pension?

  A pressure to this world, constantly there
  calling out convincing nobody’s safe;
  the Bullying Cycle, ever quick to scare,
  such fright reverberating to erase.

  Bollocks! Bollocks! What you see is displayed!!
  There’s nada near past a prepped polish.
  “That’s my wedded truth”, before was engaged.
  What’s believed is said, not abolished.

  Could it be real even Yeshua churned?
  Within, could’ve had close consternation?
  Connection with Above, all surely yearn,
  if not discerned from lit constellation.

  Normalized Mania = Mania
  no matter how one slices the bread;
  Boredom conditions to mass crania
  in prior versions of fun seeming dead.

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