Too honest for safety

I would rather be stripped, burned and broken than to ever wear a mask again.  The masks may keep us safe but they never keep us sane. Eventually, all walls crumble and the facades we built strangle us.  Until we stand naked before the world we are fated to be forsaken. 

My name is Anthony. My name is Pelgris. I am Cismale. I am Pansexual. I am a large, dark and intelligent man. I am strong physically and emotionally. I am a blade bared. I am a BDSM master. I am honest. I fear this, this last stripping of pretense.  And so it must occur.

Dreamer awakes

This sybilant shadow,
hiss from darkness,
drown in sorrow,
bricked in,
rooms with doors long closed,
simple in the making,
this row of penitent sadness,
this pool, this swallowing abyss,
times slow petulant passage,
venom leaching from heart,
wrung out,
drunk on tears choked back,
a simple smile, destroy towers made of candy floss,
a perpetual fall, made tangible by wind whistling by
wet salt pools at the base of collarbone
but a flirtation, a smile
talisman held against the darkest corner
not a likely chance, not a relationship
the indication of the interest of others
tells that it’s you,
you that doesn’t see me
you that doesn’t value what I offer
you that, despite the pain,
despite my desire to protect you from the dark road you’re on,
it’s you I’m letting go,
I’ll not lose myself,
I’ve had the real,
I’ll have it again

tell me your fears, your desires, your feelings
be complete, be honest, hold nothing back
I’d take the blade back into my heart

won’t happen, wise fool dance
break bread, break word
you’re the one that turned away
but I’m the one that’s free