Theatre StylesTheatre CinquainThe stageCanvas to workCreate a world for youA Euphoric transportationActingTheatre TercetWalk upon the stageWood and paint decorationsFind the world unseenTheatre PleiadesTheatreTaking the audience into their worldTouching, warming heart with beauty and loveTearing the soul with dark, painful sorrowsTesting the suspension of disbeliefTendering the strong, fierce oppositionTrepidation through dramatic pausesTerminating sense of satisfaction
Meaning of Your LoveThat shy glance you give me melts my heart,My name whispered, lingering in the air,Calling me to your side where I long to be,Your sweet little smile lighting up your face,My fingers running through your silky tresses,Feeling the warmth of your flushed cheeks,The coolness as my finger brushes your lips,Seeing the love deep in your eyes reflecting my own.I feel invincible when I look in your eyes,Seeing clearly the faith that you store in me,Knowing that I am everything to you,And praying I manage to convey more,Holding you tight within my weak arms,Pretending they are strong enough to save you,In reality it is you who always saved me,Building our solid foundation with your beliefs.Your laugh ringing melodically in my ears,Eyes dancing, twinkling in the soft candle glow,No one ever told me love sounded so lyrical,Nor did I know it had the face of illuminated respect,Accepting my flaws without hesitation or thought,Smashing walls I try to build, determined you remain
Stolen MomentSlipping away in the quiet of night,Prearranged spot the lovers meet,Passion tearing at them to be released,Fighting back, trying to be discrete;Basking in the soft glow from the light,Desiring to twist into a loving embrace,Wrapping themselves in the shadows,They fumble to recapture some grace.No one there to see their traitorous acts,Light diminishes as they close in,Salivating for each others' taste,Hungering to commit their first sin;Bitterly sweet nectar exchanged,Purposefully becoming entwined,Damp reflection blends and blurs,Providing protection undefined.Rough, cold stone scraping against willing flesh,Tingling touches exciting emotions,Struggling ecstacy in petrified silence,Muted moans escaping into the notions;Melting and reclaiming the safety of the night,Parting ways to return to the lives they keep,Reminiscing memories until again they meet,Once more putting their feelings to sleep.
Fractured Fairy TalesForcibly shatter the glimmering mirror on the cold stone,No beauty will it ever reflect from thee,Deep, melodious voice affirming fears,Truths once buried where no one could see;Reach out a long slender finger to touch the spindle,Embrace sleep to steal the mind's grasp of sapience,Dreamily slumber under the swollen moon's glow,Deeply lulled by the passing nightingale's cadence.Desperation reflected in the ball gown's shiny fabric,Clutching at a chance for stability and honour,While antipathy lurks in the shadows of the heart,Trepidation spurs you toward the wide open door;Fleeing from shaggy beasts of burden so ill fitted,Embarrassment heating things too much this night,While hearts remain too bitterly cold for this sport,Seeking to emerge into conformity that fits just right.Your dreams churn on bleakly in the dark night hours finding me,I stroke your hair, whispering soothing secret words,Would that I had the courage to tell truths to your eyes,Crippling fear hold
Flowers - 2Flowers in bloom,A peaceful picture painted -Sway with the wind.
May Haiku 1Sun beams brightly,Upon the lush green tree tops -Shading the ants.
Acumen's Long, Dark Tea TimeThe table is set with overflowing insanity,Tea cups housing our extraneous thoughts,Granules creating the seeds of our temptations,Reality rushing forth from steaming teapots;Serving our ideals upon glistening plates,Conformity supports of a comfy armchair,Sleepily, dreamily following our own madness,Seeking change in our new, clean glassware.Time freely manipulated at the Hatter's hands,Refracting to the will of his delirious mind,His finely buttered watch slowing the days,Whisperings of distractions to him consigned;Long arms circling about an ominous face,Looming high above to seal our fate,Musical beating leads to a life bereft of time,The time lord leaving us here, alone to wait.Marching to the beat of the hare's false drum,Slow mental ebbing tide slides forth and spreads,Drawn in by a vicarious promise of wine,Cowering in dark fear of that which beheads;Civility eclipsed by his inane meanderings,Speaking meaning in mysterious perplexity,Splitting hares at th
Never Look BackThe stranger rode into town with the wild wind,The tumble weeds rolled as if clearing the way,He clung to the words he spoke as a promise,An unjust trade for the heart he stole the next day;He never knew if he could make good on his vow,The distance and longing tore at him every waking hour,Blazing guns, pounding hooves, explosions propelling,Back into the arms of his anxiously waiting wildflower.Dismounting his trusty horse he eyed the natives of this town,No familiar faces rushed to greet him, people moved on,Still he knew she would forever be waiting on his promise,He wanted to answer her prayers before his life was gone;Tying up Chance he double checked his holstered livelihood,Cautious steps led him to the squeaky wooded doors of the Saloon,His hand hovering at his side, he strode quietly into the bar,Twenty years of changes tarried on the corner's crusty spittoon.Sitting at the bar he ordered a whiskey from the grisly keep,A man who eyed him wearily carrying out