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myOtaku.com: Dead To The World
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Friday, October 31, 2003
you know how you sometimes find poetry that describes exactly how you think or feel? yea, well here are some of those... by Paul Laurence Dunbar and Robert Frost.
We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
but not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly hieght
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was niether wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
sooo, there ya go. yep...
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