The Rest

OK OK! So I decided to change this up again and combine the 3rd and 4th installments into one. Here's the rest of the poem everyone.

Stained Glass Procession Parts 3 and 4


Dutiful support aside...
(filled with loads of obligation)

Opening day had arrived.
And butterflies took on a whole new role.

The stars,
In their respective dressing rooms
Eagerly awaited the absence of the curtain.
The supporting cast,
meanwhile,
adorned their costumes of conflicting color schemes
in the tradition of formality,

(Sea foam dresses and "I mean business black suits)

while the audience was ushered into their
respected sections of fanfare.

The air was filled
with a happiness and festivity
that only results in nail-biting and fast pacing.

And the flowers that stuffed the corners of the stage
made the emotion tangible through fragrance.

A scent that stung the eyes and flooded the cheeks.

Finally,it was time for an entrance.

Instead of red,
a less pessimistic white was chosen
for the carpet's color,
and was spread by children
with souls of the same shade.

And the house music went up.

Supporting cast in place,
the stars found their way to center stage.

Graceful recitation followed.

An eloquence not of their own
danced off the tips of their tongues
with a sincerity and meanifulness
from the tissue paper pages
of the volumes of thier own design.

Eardrums were pierced,
hearts were reached,
names were changed,
all through the processed ritual
of a new covenant authored in crimson ink.

But most of all...

It was finally realizedthat successful careers in the game of theater
are not made,
nor do they find their foundations in,
the premise of lengthy monologues
and the process of faking tears
all to the temporary purpose
of satisfying an audience.
(Is everyone watching?)

Rather,
happy actors find their smile
in the absence of pretending.
Their love for the stage is a direct result of recognizing
the mood of inspiration.

(Deja Vous is a tool that can't be taught.)

Happy actors are the ones who never act at all who,
can say
"I do."
without memory's nervous stall,
falling short of grace and causing heavy breathing.

Acting should only cause anticipation,
never
"edge of your seat"
participation,
in which the ending
now could go either way,
giving the actors the weight of directing the play.

WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO LOVE THIS WAY.


So there you all have it. Can't wait to hear what you think. Just wait till you see the new one.

Good Providence