SWEENEY TODD

The Tale of Sweeney Todd

"His skin was pale and his eyes were odd

He shaved the faces of gentlemen

Who never thereafter were heard of again”

A dark and enthralling tale of love, obsession, murder, revenge and ultimately, redemption.

Set in 18th century London, where life is not for the faint-hearted and only the fittest survive, the musical tells the story of Sweeney Todd who returns from a penal colony where he has spent fifteen years on false charges. When he learns that his wife poisoned herself after being raped by Judge Turpin (the man who wrongly imprisoned him), and that his daughter is the ward of the same Judge Turpin, he vows revenge. When he returns to reopen his barbershop, Sweeney Todd becomes the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, the most notorious barber who ever practiced his trade.

Ticket Prices:

Orchestra Center 800,

Orchestra Left/Right 600

Balcony 400...

Let's go guys? It's a fundraiser for the Legal Network for Truthful Elections (LENTE)...

SWEENEY TODD

I'm gonna watch Repertory Phils' SWEENEY TODD. November 21, Saturday 8pm at the Onstage Theater, Greenbelt 1 Ticket Prices:Orchestra Center 800, Orchestra Left/Right 600 and Balcony 400... Let's go guys? It's for Legal Network for Truthful Elections (LENTE)... Text me at 09322390014. Jason Dulay Jaud, Angelo Jr Sembrano, Carlo Medina, Trici Nicolas Tara????!

Perfectly Imperfect

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In that exact moment that darkness surrounded us,
You held my hand and promised to be my light.
I like it when my eyes can’t see and the only music
That I hear is the maddening sound of the rain.
I want to stay in the dark longer, to observe
The flickering light that shyly illuminates
Our once proud love.
I want my hand back.
your light is no longer enough.

Play Paint

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You keep looking at the cracks on the ceiling,
Constantly wondering when water will seep through.
I continue watching you breathing, blinking, staring,
While I let my mind and my heart paint you.

WALLED PROMISES

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You intended them to be bulwarks.
I see them as promises.
Build as many walls as you want.
I will always be on the other side, waiting.
When it’s over, I’ll fly over each and every one of them,
and save you from your misery.

CHAOTIC HAPPINESS

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When the laughter stops, and my smile fades,
All that will be left is your sadness.
I will protect you, drag you to the rawness of my chaotic happiness…
… away from your miserably organized mediocrity.

WASTED CHANCES

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You sleep at night and look forward to tomorrow.
Carefully, you tiptoe your way to the future.
If only you stayed awake and looked around instead of forward.
If only you ran and played with the present.
Now all you have are plans… and a lot of wasted chances.

LOGICAL MAGIC

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Amidst the bursts of green,
I long for the biting brown.
Stemmed bruises on white,
thin black strips swaying.

Everything was spinning around me.
Except when you held my hand,
Until logic merged with magic.

I am logic and you are magic.
Work on me. Let me be your masterpiece.

CONSTANCY

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Like a promise carefully engraved in stone,
Like air that stealthily surrounds us,
Like water that aggressively flows to infinity,
Like the slow blinking of my eyes,

You still stubbornly inhabit my heart.
You are my heart.
To me, you are indispensable.
You are my constant.

MESS

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We worked so hard to not mess everything up.
Luckily, we didn’t. We didn’t have to.
It was messed up to begin with.
You’re the “order to my mess.” and I, to yours.
But when it’s time to clean up,
What will be left of our emotional landfill?