Deception of a Mirror: The Dark Reflection

By Keshaun Lang

Words of the mind, language of the heart, voice of the tears, this book holds the ingredients of the inner body, mind and soul. Hidden from the outside world through a shell of flesh, this body produces the communication between our world and the inner thoughts of the heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467001397

Keshaun Lang

Keshaun Lang was born in Ann Arbor, MI. He was the child that would always reach for attention through his artistic and creative abilities. Even in his youth he was able to see the world from a perspective that both separates and extends beauty & art from it's character. He always had an interest in poetry and spoken word, spending nights writing and rehearsing his work. He believed perfection is in the eye of the beholder, and in his eye it would not be an option. He would strive to reach his goal to entertain his listeners and readers through his gift of poetic art.

Book preview

THE MAN WITHOUT A BEARD

There once was a man with no beard who couldn’t hide his face, away from the shame of his life that lies in the waste.

In his mind…

there’s a place, and time to make right the wrong that kept him so strong as he prolonged to move it along with grace.

An alien of his nation and his world he tried to adhere, as he lives a life that cannot be hid beneath a beard.

It all seems so weird… and uncanny, so unpleasing to be in a position of unreasoning tears.

Maybe there’s potential to pretend as he takes in a breath and starts shaving his face,

But only leaves marks in the place where a beard would hide the Identity he tries to misplace.

An identity that only God could see if he had a beard masking what he pretended to be…

Blinding us to believe what he wanted us to see, like on halloween night he’s disguising himself from people like you and me.

This man who’s mask he would use to eventually bring to life our fears, if only he could cover up this truth with a beard.

or a mustache…

Something to block the lies, of his mouth and maybe a head full of hair to cover the anger in his eyes.

But God has not blessed him with this disguise…

Just a blank face… for the world to see his true identity and race, no hair to lend him some aid… not even a trace.

His life is like his face, void with no way… plain, hard and hallow like a broken egg…

And painful like a broken leg, but there can never be a change for him… not even if he begged.

Change starts in the heart and progress to the mind, which is masked with anger and deception, we all can see his kind,

but for the man without a beard… For him the truth in himself will always be hard to find

NOT EVEN A THOUGHT

The forgotten one… forsaken son

Fighting for many… only loved by some

Nobody sees you… let’s call you the invisible one

Your only family rests beside you clinching tightly to their guns

Out here alone in a world full of souls

No one will remember yours until you’re gone

But you stay strong, because you have to

Like a cat be diligent of the trap or the rats will catch you

Friends at home eat the fruits of the spirit, you eating bad food

They rest in the Arc of safety, you’re in a world of doom

Hopefully you will survive after you hear the first BOOM

You got to make it through, to see your daughter bloom

Warrior in the sand, you stand with strength

Your motivation is knowing that you’re keeping family safe

And even though you’re not even a thought in their