I once was a poet
Lego words made a hollow soul
Men fell under my empty sword
I was so very lost
When you read my words now
I am as plain as I can be
No fluff, no bluff, no hidden love notes
A life putting myself on display
Ironically, all is vanity
Stage Performance
Flicker of Thoughts 
I think we all have a stagelife, a facade, a curtain, that veils the realities of what life has dealt us …
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I agree
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self love
and that too from above
shall me hopes suffice
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That last line resonates. I’ve been told my poetry is very “brave” but I’ve always thought it as being more vain.
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I like your tagline about Poets lie all the time…I feel I took on a persona when I wrote a poem.
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Nicely done Cassa – we all write for different reasons. I enjoy your work and never once thought you vain. Love and hugs 🤗 Joni
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Sending you love and hugs!
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🤗❤️😘
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I agree and can relate to some incidents in my life. The last line is what I always think.
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I guess vanity is the right word. Well written, Cassa. 🙂
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That’s fabulous Cassa,
xoxo
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