Masks.
The sound of the battle horns are carried with the rushing wind(s)~~~
Warriors get ready & begin stamping their feet~~
The ground shakes like an earthquake~
Then all is calm, the masks are placed over their faces
The other army stare in amazement, and wonder
What are the masks for? This isn’t some party, or contest for best mask design.
The warriors on the other side can’t help it, they try to hold in their laughter
But seeing the masks of different expressions and silly designs makes them roar with laughter...
A hush falls over the masked warriors, they raise their weapons & give out their battle cry: ALALA!!
The masks now all seem somewhat different
The eyes of the warriors seem to look more beast like, hungry for Victory!
Screams are heard from the losing side, dust rises into the air, the ground soil is now a shade of a mix of dark brown...and red.
The warriors raise their weapons and scream out loud. For they’ve won another battle.
#Masks.
a mask or two
Have you noticed how my mask sparkles in the sun?
Have you noticed the colorful feathers that surround its top?
Have you not admired my mask a million times before?
Was it not a sight that you enjoyed so much?
You marveled at the words that fell out,
of the perfectly shaped lips
and you fell for the ambers of my eyes,
You caressed this face with gentle fingers
and sharp thoughts,
but you never really saw,
that is wasn’t me that you touched
it wasn’t me that you admired,
I was there underneath it all
but you never took the time
to play with the illusion,
you never even tried
to take off the mask
that was only plastic,
that was never
and will never be
me