PP 243
Mask is a collection of poems dealing with the mask all men wear
throughout their lives. They are taught to be something other than
themselves. The poet battles to strip himself of this mask or
pretense if you will. He finds it difficult to keep his sanity by
immersing himself in the physical world and all its iniquities.
He hides what he truly is: a monster waiting to be awakened. We are
the death of life and continue to throw chaos in the heart of
wherever harmony flourishes.
We are still determining what it is. Perhaps a flaw.
It's a curse that cannot be reversed.
It evolves and changes with time.
In it, there is no rhythm, no rhyme.
It's every man's fate.
This is not an illness you can medicate.
You can't see it in others.
But they can see it in you.
Again, we are still determining what it is.
We need to find out its origin.
But it is patterned across your genes.
It's a complicated dream.
That you cannot unravel.
Perhaps the curse of life that
takes us to the grave.
The poet is capable of wonderfully sensuous imagery and
prosody...
Blueink Review
Ron Raye creates poems that are like stories. Each line is a
story of its own and will evoke deep emotions in the reader. I had
to read some lines twice to better understand the message he tries
to convey. Each line is expertly crafted.
Literary Titan