Lowly

 

Lowly

 

 

 

 

I want to be here NOW

sitting with you and how

looking into each other’s eyes

and watching all illusion play.

 

Whose projection are we anyway

in the light of LOVE is it matter

for concern, is our nebulous Master

here to watch us “learn” and SLAVE?

 

Forget about red town

face paint black brave

you need better gonads

to plant your pre-seeds in.

 

When at the helm or the wheel

forget about your gross anticipation

and Hopes? Hell! Dash’em!

Only gets in the way of your real passion.

 

Tomorrow never comes

when you tell yourself

you care too much,

you’re okay and “it’s all good”

WHO is ultimately paying for the lie?

Could you really CARE

if you’ve never TRULY tried?

 

Be unruly, unjust and mistrust

Be unschooled, uncouth, and act fooly

Be a rebel, unstable and prophesy

Be afraid like everyone else must agree

 

Take it in,

Take it all in.

You may feel like

you’re going to hurl,

but take it in…

Come On! Come On!

you’ve got to burst sometime…

 

Then laugh or cry your eyes out

one more time, the play

has come to an END.

The players now elusive,

the lights are down

with the curtains

and the theater in the round

is empty of an audience

 

but you,

the lowly projector

at least you are present

not "l'histoire" not “fini”

 

 

 

 

Robin

Reviews

[Dani California]

I don't know Robin...

I've always thought this
was all my imagination in play..

but if i have to think in terms of
reality...
what is reality .. really?
is reality really real?

for whom?
and whose reality is it
anyway?

i chose to play it
my own way...
unafraid ...
of what others say,

why?

because it's my play.
i wrote it.


This is amazing Robin...
just like the mind it derived from :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This reminds of some of my reminisces in 'To Be or Not To Be' - the nature of reality. Well done, as always, in your own unique and creative voice. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[wizthom]

once a poet said the whole world is a stage,
and we are just the actors,,my dear gifted friend ,
you just proved him wrong,we all are just images bein played out to the projector scene,
by the one who changes the wheels,...loved it..clever thinker imaginative write,,u are complexed,,wizthom

[Gandré]

Forget about red town

face paint black brave-------this says more to me than you know. red eastern europe and black CDU Germany. original rebell.

[Damian Alan Gray]

The only thing that bothers me about this piece is the flow. Each stanza rocks in its own right, don't get me wrong. But, it seems that each stanza has a completely different beat than the others. Otherwise, I liked the intent and emotion behind the poem.

[Janice Ann]

This is something I will have to think on. This makes me think back to my first philosophy class...I was blown away...but this is good...I liked the read and I will reread I promise you!

Thanks doll!
Janice Ann

Your pieces are always masterpieces. Your craft has always been amazing.

This is no exemption to that rule. I like the philosophical concept within the whole poem. It is powerful, and thought provoking. It makes readers look back, ponder, and wonder on how such an observation in life can ever be missed.

Great form, great choice of words, great use of imagery, very well imparted message.

A wonderful piece.

[The Autumn Faerie]

I much liked this one.
It takes a very different tone than the others I've read.
And I quite like a change of pace here and there.

And with a different italic at the end if each piece (or something close to that),
It makes me think that you write and label for a different side of you each time.
After all, each piece has its own personality!

[Legion]

It is all perception. Just like the "projecter" doing its job, what you see is actually an illusion one frame at a time. Interesting piece. I'm not sure if it flows very well, but it does make one think and that is a purpose all unto itself.