Visage Mirage

If looks could kill; I’d be Paul Pot.
Easy mellowed facade I’m not.

I’m a lot & my cup is full.
So many faces I can pull.

A real one said, “Don’t eyebrow me.”
An exact nutshell where I be.

Heart’s on my sleeve & also brow.
Shows what I’m thinking in the now.

I don’t lie; so it’s silence or truth.
Silence betrayed by eyeballs’ sooth.

Nor, does slick anger get my goat.
I don’t let base feels out my throat.

Open book; by nature, not choice.
Deceit’s naked upon my voice.

Wild reactions & aggressions…
Live & die within expressions.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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