A.D.D: The World is a Stage (440 hits)
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Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2006-08-01 09:52:52 EDT
The World is a Stage
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The men before me sit around in their pin stripe suits, talking about this, bullshitting about that, and even a smile here or there. These people are the leaders; they take the star point in the show, and guide the moral fibres and views of the lowly viewer like myself. They make me idolise them and put their face upon my wall.
What glory these men seek to be immortal. To have their names called out in the history books, regardless of what it is the public is but a forum for them to be loved, and the world is but a stage to dance on.
The mother from across the road holds the pretence that she is a super mum, who attends every function, listens to every sob and kisses every graze. Inside she is longing to let her hair down. Too scream at the sky to take her burdens of joy away. She never will, she will act her part in this production.
There is the drunken man who stares at her, longing to be a part of that life, and snuggle up to her every night. He chose to over indulge and lost it all. His mistress now and evermore will be a poison coursing through his veins bringing him back down to his knees, like the dog he's told he is.
The Father who waves the kids goodbye kisses his wife and smiles her out the door. The man who gets in his car, but goes to the motel, and fucks his mistress hard screaming obscenities at her until he's spent his morals.
Like the mistress who smiles with her body at all the hounds of lust who crave her musky love. Do they do her justice? Do they rub her back when it's sore? Or does she smile and grind, taking all his friends at once, because if she doesn't they probably won't pay her. If they could hear here crying herself to sleep at night, do you think they'd stop? No, because if they can't see the pain in her eyes, in her heart, in her soul...how can they hear it in her voice?
The cop who knows what's going on, but is afraid to help the weak. He helps the strong move higher up, to keep the poorer lower. He plays a role and acts the part; he takes charge of his surroundings. When all's said and done though, he is petrified he will have to use his gun.
No matter what we do, or where we are from we all act upon a stage. We all have a mask that we wear to dramatise this act of life, this celebration of deception. What does your true face really say? Do you wear it openly? Or is your mask like mine? So far from the truth, you never really played yourself at all.
The World is a stage; make sure you live your life out loud, not behind a mask.
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Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-01 19:49:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-08-01 11:03:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Distinct lack of interest!
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-08-01 10:18:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice job, man
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-08-01 10:00:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Damn. Better than yesterday though according to you! So I'm happy.
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-08-01 09:59:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I actually like this, but the ending was very cliched