Liberace: A poem

Posted bymontecyrilPosted inUncategorized

No, I am no Liberace!

No feathers, no musk, no precious stones

My attire lives in the simplicity of my unexhibited skills

I am a pantomime in the oblivion

Not a masquerade of the entirety of Moulin Rouge!

I just Broadwayed acting out my own resplendence

for myself, appraising myself in pride without extravagance!

I am no celebrity or adulated icon, but I can tell if I am cynosure

I have not travelled much, but I am an intrepid journeyperson

I leave an indelible mark on all lands that I have never visited!

I am not a prized boutique of Liberace

But I feel so liberated in my own priceless, precious Theophany!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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