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Act Gentle beauty Harsh ugliness They surround us Their inside of us They suffocate us Actors on a stage That is all we humans are We play in this show called life What is good What is bad What is right What is wrong Are they all the same things How do we know what is black and what is white When the only color seen is gray The Curtains rise and the spotlight glares The audience is filled with faceless people How many actors are in this play This smashing hit on Broadway Do I get a part A staring role Or do I stay behind the curtain in the cold Who directs us in this play Who castes us on the stage Beauty is ugly

Eloquence Night is a peaceful period It is when quietness encases the world And all things existing  seem to stand still It is during the night that my mind comes alive My body is worn but my brain is ever running and active My head is filled with wild notions Fantasy seems to take over me I dream up stories of all kinds Playing through them Like a picture show inside my head The film reel spinning images behind my closed lids I escape into my imagination And what a large wonderful place it is I submerge myself in the dreamscape In my Neverland It is in these moments between sleep and consciousness That I experience the deli