Wednesday, May 12, 2010


From perdition I emerge

Wearing a painted grin

Grinding my teeth

Scales of fabrication

Protecting raw bones

No salvation

My delusion complete

A fallacy

In place of me


There is no me

Yet I’m all you see


  1. It reminds me - in the most complimentary way, you understand - of the Joker. Not the Cesar Romero, cartoonish one - the one I think of as the "real" Joker - totally unhinged, but honed to raw, razor-sharpness.

  2. I have to agree with Heather here.

  3. Such passion emerges here. whoa. Thank you for your post. oxo

  4. I've heard similar thoughts from celebrities. People who think that they put on a mask for the public and in the end all they are is the mask they created.

    In my time I've been accused of wearing different masks for different people. I think it is something you have to do in order to navigate the world. That said, this is a clear warning to not 'believe the hype' and fall for the stories you tell others about yourself.

    Very Archetypical in the best ways.