Who Am I?

[jubilee1919]

You cannot see my eyes
And much to my delight
You can't see my disguise
When I log on this site

You cannot see the place
You cannot see the time
You cannot see my face
When I write down my rhymes

You cannot see my pen
You can't see what I write
You cannot see me when
You stalk me in the night

An extract from Anonymous

 

[chuckyworld]

The Phantom of the SBF.......

 

[CELLULAR]

I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It's my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in.
Life's not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am."
I am what I am,
I don't want praise, I don't want pity.
I bang my own drum,
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty.
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try to see things from a diff'rent angle?
Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am!
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit;
One life, so it's time to open up your closet.
Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say,
"Hey world, I am what I am!"

 

[CELLULAR]

The Phantom of the SBF.......

Jackie Chan of the show "Who am I"?

 

[Akechi Mitsuhide]

Walk down this road
when the road gets rough.
I fall down,
I get up.

I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
Mother... Father... Brother
Mother... Father... Brother

Walk down this road
in the cool of the night.
Don't know what's wrong
but I do know what'S right.

I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
Mother... Father... Brother
Mother... Father... Brother

I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
I am what I am (am what I am, am what I am, am what I am)
A Family Man (A Family Man)
Mother... Father... Brother
Mother... Father... Brother

 

[jubilee1919]

She whispered "Will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!

 

[Thick Face Black Heart]

You can't see my disguise
When I log on this site

Not true, bro.

 

[jubilee1919]

Not true, bro.

Ahh Bro, just something to mull and not worry about. Pretty harmless pastime.

 

[jubilee1919]

Don't be fooled by me.

Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn

 

[Alamaking]

kaope lah, early morning ping ping piang piang, kaoz

 

[jubilee1919]

Faceless

Faceless, nameless people.
Anonymous surfers of the net.
Like unseen butterflies flitting from site to site,
Gathering information nectar,
Collecting idea's,
Browsing the work of others,
Reading, viewing, scanning, clicking,
Enjoying the sites that adorn the internet
Like flowers in a global garden.

But who are they,
These faceless, nameless people?
Silent, invisible stalkers of the net.
We know they are men, women and children.
We know they have families,
We know some work and some do not,
Some are happy and some are not,
Some are learning and others know it all,
Some are old and some are older still,
Some are honest, some are crooked,
Some are clever, some are artistic,
Some work hard, some are lazy,
Some care, some care less.

These are the same faceless, nameless people we meet in a crowd.
Jostling their way through the Shopping Centre,
Shoulder-to-shoulder on the terraces of the football ground,
Unspeaking as they bustle their way to work,
Hundreds of people,
Thousands of people,
Millions of people.
Never stopping to speak,
No time to say "Hi"
People we touch as we jostle,
But that we don't touch in any way that matters.
People who don't know we are there.

But it takes just one of those faceless, nameless people to pause,
To take a breath,
To stand still long enough ...

To say "Hi ... how ya doing?",
And it's as if the whole world knows you're there.
What joy, to be no longer invisible,
To share a brief moment,
A fleeting exchange that takes a few seconds,
But lingers on for so much longer.
To offer a smile and receive one back,
To speak and be spoken to,
To reach out a hand and to have it held,
To care, and for someone to care that you cared,