A puppet story

Marionettes on the stage of life

Plastic smiles and painted lips

Held together by strings of hope

Connected at the fingertips

The one in white is all alone

Laughing at painted stars

The one in red is angry now

As he counts the long lost hours

The purple monster screams in haste

To scare his counterparts

The yellow headed geek just smiles

As cupid shoots his darts

Our story traces the little pink thing

The puppet in the cage

And the little black soldier with the crystal gun

Who never seems to age

Pink

She prances about in her sheltered world

Rarely venturing out

The strings that hold her have firm rules

Which she never must flout

Safe and pleasant she bides her time

Coz safe is what she's been

Never dares to explore

And see what she's never seen

An occassional night time tryst

As the sky of cloth does dark

Somewhere beside the sea of paper

Watch the ships of wood embark

Glow in yellow candlelight

In this old fashioned set

A smile always on her tiny lips

Whatever she may have felt

Tarrying along in the make believe world

Waiting for a fairy tale

Hiding from the claws of time

Lest her dreams may fail

The Black soldier

He's a rebel yet a conformist

Tugging at the strings of hope

Carrying around an infectious smile

As he sings along the road

Once he had a zillion dreams

All lost in the hallways of the years

At war with himself and with others

Whoever brings back his fears

Holding close his crystal gun

Though seldom he might shoot

Out to protect his molten core

When he passes a dangerous route

Shooting rays of crystal hope

From his little gun

Teaching love and how to feel

Drinking up the fun

Pink and Black

Our soldier once on journeys wide

Meets the doll of pink

Shows her life beyond the cage

Makes her stop and think

In lines of pretty poetry

Drowns her inhibitions, all

And ties her with his strings of love

Lest that she may fall

Holds her close through sun and rain

In the plastic stage

Wipes her tears and makes her laugh

And calms her putrid rage

At the world that holds her there

Away from her real self

From her thousand worries far and wide

That she formulates herself

End

The war now looms at large

And soldier's out to fight

The duties of the plastic world

Have finally come to light

A hundred streams he must cross

A thousand demons face

A million thoughts he must defeat

If he wants to be in the race

The rose tinted little girl is now

Melancholy and blue

Left back to face the empty cage

To dream those dreams alone

The fictional palace is now long gone

The cage merely a prison is

Assurances fall on vacant ears

As her mind succumbs to disease

The war out there will never end

The soldier never return

The subtle words from the hollow years

Can never cure the burn

She still ventures out on her own at night

Daring herself to face

Divine wrath from heaven above

Or perhaps the devil's grace

And tomorrow she knows is simply lies

In this plastic world

So she puts up her plastic smiles

And ventures out to learn

She calls at him one last time

Before she starts to flee

From the world broken by time

And be what she wants to be

The soldier sways to the tunes of the world

All has now been changed

She must move on

Coz everything has been rearranged