Under a smile,
Lies a hope to beguile,
Hidden sins of a child,
Festering pangs,
unholy to bare,
knowing not or how to care
Forgiven admissions,
giving way to lies told once more
Suspended conditions,
half truths in silent omissions
Called up memories of remorse,
once more flashing brilliantly
Hopes for grins to upend,
losses still within, regurgitate whims
Hate begins again, behind perched lips, twisting fate again
Longing to kiss away pain, but puckering up to entertain amore
Never over the hurt from over thought out scenarios yet to be-come
Fictitious fictions un-manifested realities, that still carry over in spills,
Gushes upon rushes, of hiding the shade in faces still favored by bright sunny daze
These are the phases of a clown in preparing to perform on a staged go-round
Only telling the truth when laughing or crying, no controls to set, just unexpected let-downs,
or previews of a show that must go on….for paying audiences, performances in concert
Teeth are grown to grind to a halt…..what thoughts a mind cares to share, but my heart covets!