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The Never-ending Masque:
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a smile
They clap their brother upon his coloured back
From his pockets they pull out notes and signs;
Writing the story in the boldest of black:
"Though all in the world may be ripped from us
We hold to the love that we have for the stage
For The illusion of having nothing at all
Is naught but a delusory cage!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2012
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a smile
They clap their brother upon his coloured back
From his pockets they pull out notes and signs;
Writing the story in the boldest of black:
"Though all in the world may be ripped from us
We hold to the love that we have for the stage
For The illusion of having nothing at all
Is naught but a delusory cage!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2012
Literature
Sleep
Instead of ripping the covers off,
Shaking it violently,
And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,
I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
Before its dreams are forgotten
Literature
What's Not Being Said
I heard you sigh
but at the time
I didn't say a word;
I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.
I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;
For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.
Please, listen to what's not being said.
Literature
My Masquerade
~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
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Author's Comment:
Even when all in the world is ripped from me. Even, in the face of adversity. I will go on ^^
For the stage and the poems that I write, are the twin passions that burn brightly within my beating heart.
Thank you to all who are supporting my appeal and may be the light shine upon you eternally!
-Chen
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Author's Comment:
Even when all in the world is ripped from me. Even, in the face of adversity. I will go on ^^
For the stage and the poems that I write, are the twin passions that burn brightly within my beating heart.
Thank you to all who are supporting my appeal and may be the light shine upon you eternally!
-Chen
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This poem reminded me of CS Goto's "Dawn of War: Tempest" where the play is set and played by a group of jesters who are very much like the narrator's "never-ending masque". This carnival, with its almost hedonistic nihillism does, appreciably, capture the rapture which is contemplative enough to conjure images of vagaries and overwhelming obstacles that continue to haunt us - much like my own poem "Shadows in the Drapery", this masquerade is a display of our depths, which we are unable to reach, and yet are unable to contemplate in whatever capacity we could conjure.
Visionary and Unique - a truly wonderous imagining.