Insight

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Face painted brush strokes hidden lines
Of right and wrong, and inference defines
These psychological prison cells.

Daggered word cloaked venom drips
Acidic sustenance forced through lips
Of consummate consumers’ hells.

Pretentious precocity peddled as need
To myopic constituents conditioned by greed,
Accepting this heaven’s self-appointed angels.

Life’s crystal lens sharp focus brings
Brief clarity then, as with all things,
Converges truth from parallels.

First published June 1997
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By Edward

The Here & Now

I’m working on developing a feature film – a supernatural thriller. You can find more about this on my production website. I am doing a script readthrough at Pinewood later in March for a TV comedy pilot. Plus the usual audition rounds of course. And my IMDb StarMeter has improved by 30,000!