The Masked Man and All His Friends

The Truth Our Hearts Know

2011-09-16T05:30:00.001-07:00

-inspired by the times I've forgotten to listen to my heart-

The noble heart knows,

To stand up for what he believes in,

And is not afraid to fall defending it.

The brave heart knows,

The world is all,

And his for the taking,

But does not belong to him.

The giving heart knows,

That all he needs isn’t given,

But all he gives is needed.

The contented heart knows,

That family isn’t always who he’s born with,

But it is whom he lives, loves and shares with.

The honest heart knows,

To speak with reason, command and truth,

And the world becomes his ear,

But he knows to listen with sincerity and without judgment,

And his world becomes clear.

The keen heart knows,

To chase everything he dreams,

For life was made for dreamers,

But he takes the moments as they come,

Relishing every fleeting second,

And knows that destiny is the journey.

The careful heart knows,

To be aware of his enemies,

Giving them none of his time,

He knows that the greatest is regret,

A greater foe than fear himself,

For it persists.

The sage heart knows,

Youth is a gift that is wasted on regret,

And wisdom is a treasure that is wasted on age.

The resolute heart knows,

A battle fought alone, is never a losing battle,

For the battle is only lost if he is,

In his own fear.

The scorned heart knows,

To welcome the pain and hurt he faces,

For he knows that his wounds,

Are merely tokens of wisdom.

The inspired heart knows,

That truth is a state of mind,

He believes he is stronger than his form,

And he is,

For the truth is what he makes it out to be.

The sincere heart knows,

Love is the only mystery,

That is best left unrevealed,

For it knows no definition,

It knows no judgment,

It knows no perfection-

But in itself is nothing short of.

The patient heart knows,

There is no one way,

To view the beauty of life,

He sees the world as it is-

All the beauty that’s left of,

And what it could be-

And shapes it out as his own.

-By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

Wedding Vows (All the Days of Your Life)

2011-03-03T03:10:00.000-08:00

~inspired by early wedding planning~

I will love you,

All the days of your life.

I will kiss you goodnight,

And kiss you awake,

Yet we will never wake from this dream,

We can now call reality.

So I will kiss you,

All the days of your life.

I will hold you proudly,

In all your glorious days,

I will hold you shamelessly,

In all your subdued days,

I will hold you tightly,

So that even if you fall,

You would only fall,

More deeply in love,

With me,

So I will hold you,

All the days of your life.

I will sing to you,

Our song,

With every look across the table,

With every hug at the door,

With every wink in bed,

With every touch of my hand,

With every tear i shed,

With every silence after every fight,

I will sing to you our song,

So that we will never forget,

How we feel in this moment,

So I will sing to you,

All the days of your life.

I will tell you I love you,

Every second of everyday,

Not in words alone,

But with every smile,

In every trial,

With every laugh,

Through every trouble,

With every heartbeat,

Through every silent night,

And it would always mean the same,

Although it could never mean as much as i feel,

So I will tell you I love you,

All the days of your life.

And i will not lie or cheat,

But only to lie with you in all your nights,

And to cheat all your fears and worries about us,

And I will not leave nor give up,

But only to leave whatever insecurities in my past,

And to give up my heart to your love,

And I will not walk away,

But walk with you,

Into every dream we build together,

And every nightmare we brave together,

So long as you promise me the same,

I will be yours,

All the days of your life.

Though i cannot promise you unending joy,

Unending happiness,

Or unending ease,

I will promise you my unending effort,

At an unending possibility of these things,

I will love you,

All the days of my life,

And we will love forever,

Trump all hateful words of the world,

And live in love beautifully,

And i know you will love me,

All the days of my life.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

As Time Stood Still

2011-03-01T08:05:00.000-08:00

~inspired by a chance meeting~

It comes at the whim of chance,

Seeking those with blind eyes,

And despaired hearts,

Promising them the unfulfilled promise,

Of perfection.

It catches you in the rarest of moments,

In your hour of tragedy,

Like a twinkle of a bright star amidst the night's taunt,

It is often missed.

But if its fleeting presence is held on to,

That star bursts,

Into a thousand wishes come true,

And you are left in its magic,

So true, the ticking hand stands still,

Time and reality lay humble to its power.

Your past, present and future,

All succumb to a mere possibility,

Of forever within a moment.

Like a flaming arrow,

Straight through your eyes,

Past your soul and into your heart,

It sets you ablaze,

Outshining the everlasting sun.

It shamelessly dances across your dull horizon,

Erasing clouds of regret and shame,

Leaving nothing but vulnerability.

It sings to you a song of hope,

Sparking within you,

An unfamiliar bravery to finish its words.

And in all of this,

You are buried in unearthed feelings,

As you find yourself floating,

You are safe in the arms of love.

It leaves you at the whim of chance,

With you unknowing,

And all that is left,

Is the memory of a perfect picture,

That you grip closely,

As you lay suspended in time.

You are left knowing,

You have found perfection in love.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

For the Promise of Angels

2010-01-24T02:45:00.000-08:00

~inspired by the many angels in my life~

Look for me,

In the gentle calm,

As your skies seem to fall,

For I am in the rain,

And you will know,

You can weather any storm.

Look for me,

In the sheer clarity,

That comes with your tears,

For I lie within those tracks,

Bearing a promise,

And you will know,

You are not afraid to cry.

Look for me,

Within your perpetual smile,

Even when the world,

One you thought you knew,

Does not smile back,

I will,

And you will know,

You are not afraid to smile for the world.

Look for me,

In every word you say,

And every word you don’t,

In times of doubt and fear,

Cling to the strength deep within,

For there is where I’ll be,

And you will know,

You are not afraid to say what you need to.

Look for me,

Across your dark horizon,

Past the murky shadows,

And the taunting clouds,

Look for that one star of hope,

For there is where I’ll be,

And you will know,

You are not afraid to follow its light.

Look for me,

Within the flames,

That burns through your heart’s winters,

For there is where I’ll be,

And you will know,

You’re warmth will break through,

The coldness of others.

Look for me,

Within the reach of your heavens,

Across which you will soar,

With the wings of faith,

I am with you,

And you will know,

You can rise beyond what you ever thought possible.

Look for me,

On the rocky ground,

Where you will stumble and fall,

Look for your pain and hurt,

Leave them with your footprints,

For there is where I’ll be,

Lay them with me,

And you will know,

That you will fly again.

You only have to look,

For there is where I’ll be.

by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

The 5th Commandment

2009-06-06T09:42:00.000-07:00

~inspired by the occasional contemplation of suicide~

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

I killed a man,

A man I knew,

A man I loved,

But never understood.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

In his greatest hours,

Grim stillness is shattered,

By scared lips- long silent,

Aching breaths,

Blanket his final words,

I don’t want to die.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

As I stared,

Into bloodshot eyes,

Burdened by secrets,

None would understand

-Nor try to,

I stared fear in its eyes,

But as I looked closer,

I witnessed something different,

Emerging from fear,

And I recognized his expression,

Courage epitomized,

In the eyes of death.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

As the edge of a dagger,

Presses up against his chest,

He is reunited with an old friend,

One so familiar,

The heart knows its every deed,

It offers him one final prayer,

As blood and life relieves him,

Yet dripping in his blood,

Is a twist in his story,

His reflection,

Tells a man anew,

A smile of hope,

Before I do.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

I killed a man,

A man I knew,

A man I loved,

A man I never understood,

-Me,

And this man stands before you,

In hopes of redemption,

And forgiveness.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted Material)

The Lotus

2009-06-03T18:33:00.000-07:00

~inspired by falling in love with your best friend~

I lay my head,

And shut my eyes,

Only to realize,

Restless nightmares,

Engage,

In malicious play.

In frosty azure oceans,

I find myself,

Afraid,

Yet not alone,

Courage mustered,

In the liberation,

Of silenced feelings,

From iced lips.

Arms outstretched,

I clutch on,

To nothing but a flower,

As breath escapes me,

Like drifted petals,

Over unsettling waters,

I float amidst doubt,

Uncertainty-never this certain.

I open my eyes,

And I am alive,

For with a lotus,

Within folded palms,

I am safe,

Anywhere I lay my head,

O’ my life,

My life,

For a lotus.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

Catching Stars

2009-04-20T02:22:00.000-07:00

~inspired by loveless thoughts and starry nights~

In Cupid’s labyrinth,

He trails his way,

Through midnight’s obscurity,

His dimming glow,

Recalls the tale,

Of lovers fate.

Amidst the daunt of the night,

She takes pity,

On the trialed heart,

She shimmers,

With the blaze of a thousand suns,

For him,

Casting away shadows of doubt,

From unpromising paths,

Familiar as the setting sun.

The night ages on,

Hope grows hopeless,

The hunter wearies,

He sighs in discontent,

His crown weighing him down,

Facing lit path,

Reality finally conquers,

His enchanted mind,

For the treasure of tears,

Saw sunlit horizons in her eyes.

The night echoes with his voice,

“Beauty behold this humble heart,

For once forsaken,

This heart has found home,

In love.”

“Fair heart,

Love could never,

Sail our distance,

Of heaven and earth.”

“Star of wonder,

The heart does not abide,

To bounds of God and Man,

For Cupid’s arrow knows not of sin.”

“Alas,

You have conquered this star,

For my once higher grounds,

Now lays shattered at your feet,

Let it be so,

That I shall descend,

From celestial body,

And I shall be yours forever.”

Nights foretold her arrival,

Of distant travel,

Passing her sisters,

They bid farewell,

As the star falls glacially,

From her guarded throne.

But promises broken,

Stay true to man,

As he tolerates not,

The wait of time,

Or her,

The hunter is man after all.

He heads forth,

Cradling his chasing heart,

For the thirst of the hunter,

Could never be quenched,

By God,

Nor Man himself.

In his footprints,

The fallen star fades,

Crippled,

Reminiscent of sweet words,

Now hushed by night winds,

For love sees no future,

Beyond falling and not getting caught,

Love hath no meaning, nor beauty,

Than in the eyes of a star.

- By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL)

Eve

2009-03-12T07:38:00.000-07:00

~inspired by human weakness in the face of temptation~

God awakens me,

To streaming russet locks,

Waving down past supple skin,

I am lost at sea.

God awakens me,

To murky pearls,

Like fogged windows,

Shedding partial light,

On such misty tales of the soul,

I peer to quench this burning thirst.

God awakens me,

To ruby lips,

Within them,

Desire is defined,

Like forbidden fruit,

You devour my every sane thought,

I am in control no longer.

God awakens me,

To the irresistible taste of sin,

To the temptation of human weakness,

Wisdom falls helpless,

To the bite of the serpent,

As it whispers in my ears,

Sweet satisfaction,

Unveiling the shameful sinner.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

Captive

2009-02-05T03:53:00.000-08:00

~inspired by those who fail to speak the truth~

Words unsaid,

Thoughts disregarded,

Rationale smothered,

Mouth roped shut,

Courage ebbed,

Voice silenced,

Choice unappreciated,

Reasoning hasty?

Truth blinded?

Glory unjustified?

Your hour has come.

Now silence yourselves,

Regret- luxury you can no longer afford,

For you have allowed fear,

To hold you captive.

Silent- for you chose to be.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)

Oly Oly Oxen Free!

2009-01-05T05:04:00.000-08:00

~inspired by thriving hope amidst adversity~

1-2-3,

Ready or not,

Here you come,

Initiating a game,

To which I did not wish to play,

In rain of terror,

I hide amongst brittle stone,

Where once stood,

My reigning throne,

Now gunned down,

A zoar for the weak,

The unworthy,

Whose ebbed faith,

Lays smothered in ashes.

Like gripped soil,

I hang on,

To dear life,

While my brothers,

Find eternal peace,

Amongst the rubble.

I cry,

Not in fear,

But joy,

For faith have ears,

That hear the children calling,

“Oly Oly Oxen Free!”

-By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

Smile

2009-01-03T07:39:00.000-08:00

~inspired by the power of a woman's smile~

Smile,

Keep me guessing,

Your enigmatic façade,

For in your misty hazel eyes,

I hope to be defined,

From your silent lips,

I hear whispers,

All to question,

Beliefs most sanctified,

In your folded palms,

You bear secrets,

Secrets that devour my curiosity,

Secrets that burn through,

The very depths of me,

Ashes,

The tale of man's great demise,

Foretold,

In a smile.

-By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

The Diver

2008-12-27T02:50:00.000-08:00

~inspired by that which is unattainable~

I plunge,

Into cerulean depths,

I open my eyes,

To effervescence,

Which slowly fade away,

Revealing beauty,

Unworthy of words,

I am enticed,

I sink deeper,

Amidst floating pearls,

Which ascend to a blur,

I indulge,

Forgetting I am human,

I want to live forever,

In a world,

Far from man’s touch,

I hold my breath,

And live in paradise a little longer.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

Kill Me At Dawn

2008-12-26T21:58:00.000-08:00

~inspired by a fairytale romance~

Kiss me at sunset,

As the sun drowns in sea,

Glistering waves,

Washing up upon sandy shores,

So my heart sinks,

As my lips crash upon yours.

Walk me at twilight,

Through the hollow woods,

As the sun’s fading glow,

Hides beyond bristling oak leaves,

You hold my hand tight,

Amidst the eerie hush,

A silent promise,

To never let me go.

Seduce me at dusk,

As the night grows dark,

We find ourselves alone,

But together,

Stories of you and me,

Beyond this place,

Erased from judgment,

For all that matters,

Is here and now,

As the bonfire burns through night’s scrutiny,

Lonely hearts rekindled in passion,

Trumping all condemnation.

Whisper at midnight,

My name,

So gently,

Like a prayer to the angels,

As you have me in your arms,

Your angled body,

Pressing up against mine,

More than just the body is stripped bare,

The soul is left vulnerable,

As our sights meet,

I believe in all that I see,

Forever,

In the eyes of a boy.

Kill me at dawn,

For I do not want to wake up,

To the sound of disparaging voices,

To disapproving notions,

Of us,

Where reality fits an iron glove,

Showing no mercy,

Kill me,

So that I may live forever,

In sweet dreams,

And happy endings.

-By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

The Photographer

2008-12-18T07:59:00.000-08:00

~inspired by the tireless efforts of a father, gone unnoticed~

See this photo in my hand?

Tell me,

What do your eyes observe?

An illustration of what seems to be a stunning sunset?

It blankets the dark far off seas,

And tapestries the skies with delicate and intricate hues,

Lavender and gold shades dance across the cloudy skies?

And in its midst,

Effervescent faces,

My family,

My wife,

My son.

My daughter,

Playing in the sand,

As golden rays gently light off their faces,

A vision of frolic and fun?

Picture perfect?

But where am I?

Look closer,

I'm right there,

By the right hand corner,

What at first seems to be a smudge,

A handicap to the bigger picture,

In reality,

Is my thumb,

Its presence hinders the perfection of it all.

This picture,

Immortalizes my tale,

My memoirs,

Etched in a mere Polaroid.

Time spent beyond the door,

Hours sacrificed,

Precious moments forfeited,

To lay bread on the table,

Noble you say?

Au contraire my friend,

It is often misinterpreted as indifference.

Know that my absence is out of love,

Not of hate,

My withdrawal- out of affection,

Not spite.

As i gaze upon this photograph,

I see me,

My life,

My story,

The autobiography,

Penned by the man behind the camera.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)

Parachutes

2008-12-17T19:09:00.000-08:00

~ inspired by the hearts audacity in the face of uncertainty~

I am falling,

Fast,

Into the depths of my own insecurity.

I am falling,

Headfirst,

Into the warps of irresolution.

I am falling,

Surely,

Into the clutches of volatile emotions.

I am falling,

Unexpectedly,

Into the boggle of temptation.

I am falling,

Ever so fast,

I am falling,

Head first,

I am falling,

Ever so surely,

I am falling,

Unexpectedly,

And yet,

I do not fret,

For the awaiting conclusion,

Entices dearly,

And the uncertain ending,

To the untold fairytale,

To the silenced nightmare,

Emerges as anticipation,

Often smothering innate lucidity,

Right?

Wrong?

Remains irrelevant.

To the conscience,

Of the infatuated heart.

I am falling,

Relishing every ticking second.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)

Crossroads

2008-12-17T07:48:00.000-08:00

~inspired by the person who stops to think~

Familiar faces,
Familiar sounds,
Familiar feelings,
Meet at a crossroad.

Endless journeys,
Countless hours,
Indefinite voyages,
Meet at a crossroad.

The ticking of the minute-hand,
Whose resonant sounds every so often,
Magnify,
The unendurable drag,
Which time burdens with,
Halts at a crossroad.

The beating of the worried heart,
Engulfed in insecurity,
Caged by the body's sanity,
Drives through rapid transitions,
Denial-Confusion-Rage,
Ceases at a crossroad.

The conveyance of the mind,
Steering out of control,
The surge of adrenaline,
Pumping through veins,
The feeling of rushed freedom,
Of sudden relief,
Of unexpected liberty,
Delays at a crossroad.

Familiar faces,
Familiar sounds,
Familiar feelings,
Meet at a crossroad.

For a brief moment,
Feelings fade,
Thoughts vanish,
Notions faint,
The soul is stripped bare,
Vulnerable,
Where at crossroads we meet,
Crucial decisions,
To head forth?
To look back?
All before it flashes green.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)

Hearts to a Dance Floor / The Thirty Step Waltz

2008-12-17T07:00:00.000-08:00

~inspired by the faint heart in love’s scrutiny~

Sequined you,

Studded me,

Hanging starlight,

Lover’s vigor,

Freed from self-entrapment,

Hands on mine,

Bodies reeled in,

Stark floor,

Walls that whisper,

Disparaging undertones,

To the rhythm of the waltz,

We step,

You fret,

Shying taps,

Hand cups chin,

Eyes locked on yours,

Wills broken,

By scornful glares,

Lips meet ears,

Don’t stop,

Waltz me,

Worry not,

If love stands true,

Words could never measure,

Love intimidated,

Truth is failed,

You step away,

To the fading beat,

Love takes no pity,

On the lonesome heart.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

I Did Not Cry At Your Grave

2008-12-17T04:03:00.000-08:00

~ inspired by the falsehood of friendship~

I did not cry at your grave,

I merely stood and stared,

As gloom hung over,

Like drooping petals,

Which sprout from roots parched,

Starved by the intensity of your soiled earth.

I did not cry at your grave,

I merely watched in comprehension,

The illusive tears of blood,

Thicker than water,

Yet just as transparent.

I did not cry at your grave,

I merely engaged in utter indifference,

In the somber gala,

Which culminates us thieves,

Clanking our gold-rimmed goblets,

To the echoing requiem,

Signifying the untimely death,

To an untimely life.

I did not cry at your grave,

I merely giggled at the prospect,

Like water to the boil,

I pitch in tactless irreverence,

At the stepper’s demise,

Now being trampled by unnoticing passer-bys,

Of whom had your feet upon their heads,

As yours bled for the crowing of laurels,

So you shall be buried in them.

I did not cry at your grave,

I merely walked away from the crowd,

The congregation of fools,

Jacks of masquerade,

Disguised in frowned ecstasy,

Marionettes in the grand charade,

Of the death of a true friend.