The Secret

Has it all been a farce
Have I lied all this while;
When did I learn to fake a tear
When was it that I forced my first forged smile.

I did learn to pretend then
Pretend the sorrow.......pretend the pain,
E’en did I feign the glow
While there was darkness still in my vein.

When did it all began……
Perhaps the day I owned a closet,
That I began to hide my skeletons
That I kept from me, my Secret.

And secrets once kept, they multiply
A seed, a sprout, a shrub, a tree,
They grow, they consume, they conquer,
All that is joy and glee.

But strange as I am
My success had but one key;
And when it did matter most
My beloved secrets, they kept me.

Phantasmagoria

Tap your feet on the ground,
Dance to the tune I set for you,
The mood is set, the Heaven’s blaze;
‘Tis a starry Night,
……Dance in its afterglow.

Plateful of ambrosia, playful temptress,
Water spills, and rum flows,
Aphrodite’s forces descend upon you;
Submit you must, no way out
The music’s too strong, too mellow.

Dance till your head swirls,
Your legs go numb,
Sing your heart out;
This moment, this tide, they belong,
Take them…..they’re yours.

Dream along, stark awake,
For ‘tis still night,
And you love your dream;
Your own sketched Phantasmagoria,
……Dance in its afterglow.