The Eternal Truth

Some things never change, some truths remain truths how so ever contradictory they may be to the laws of men and masks. I am a Mask and I am integral to the Man and I know that love is one such truth. The love never changes, it may morph itself in to an irreverent form of emotion - jealousy, revenge, hatred but none of that will ever change the true essence of love. Do not let the masks fool you; do not let the masks that the innocent face might wear fool you. The love shall remain yours forever!

Embrace the innocent face and her masks just as you have embraced your own, let her dance to the music that the Mask plays for her. Beneath the farcical glow of jealousy, fear and insecurity lies the deeply serene love for you. The love that lasts forever; the love that will keep you alive and give you hope.

Accept love as the only truth, the only path to your salvation and the hounds of death will not be near you. Hold my hand as you stand on this precipice today, let the balm of hope soothe the sores of your skin and soul back to youth. The Man and the Mask, together forever living in love..for love.

The Sands of Time

The sands run down my closed fist and make no sound, just a deafening roar inside my being. I close my fist harder; trying to hold on to what I wished was mine but always knew that it never was. For years and centuries I have longed to possess, be possessed without ever letting my freedom get away from me, not realizing that contradictions never last.

Yet I have lived in contradictions, shifting my anchor from one base to another; from one face to another. The innocent face has watched me with awe and shock as I have let my life seize control of my time. My dreams no more lure her, my charms no more exude the power of timelessness that I so undeniably possessed. I have for so long feared the advance of age, the withering away of my youthful exuberance that I now feel almost powerless as I see it encroach upon me with the gruesome certainty of death itself.

Oh yes, I feel so dark today!

The hounds must be lurking in the dark; licking their blood stained lips. The imposing persona of the all conquering man is about to crumble. The cracks in the skin are widening, the time for the redemption of all unanswered curses on his being is upon us all. The Man will finally become mortal again, after centuries of conquest and parallel existences in his dreamy wonderland; he will no longer have another dream to live for; another tomorrow to call upon.

The sands of time, trickling away..the ground beneath the Man’s feet..sinking.