So I hung out with my friend “Willy” last night (William Shakespeare – love his words) and Muse showed up desiring to play, so my prose discusses the “today” of life that is so filled with commercial artifice and pretense, please enjoy!
TRUTHIs that you The persistent hovering near the backstory of my being … Truth,where art thou? I sense your longing to reveal all. You seem so close yet far away I can’t quite touch you surrounded by life’s illusions, this glamour of falsity, enticed by artificial pleasures.
~Are you still really there? Cloaked dissimilation, Truth, you present naught but ambiguity of manner, unrecognizable. I cannot bear your distortion. trapped within life’s backdrop the current unfolding drama, or should I say comedy (of errors perchance?). ~ I sigh for such is life today where truths are only words … of which are played. And we, most amateur of playwrights unable to see you as you really are, make much of puzzling enigmas, while busily fashioning the fashions of the state of our being.
~Alas, the curtain will still rise the show must go on. If I could but see and know you But truth be told I don’t know that I would recognize you from the falsity of purpose you’ve become. Could you, would you come a little closer and give not just an essence but a pureness of thought word and deed, For I find, we need you now more than ever. ~ Penny L Howe, 2013
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