Wings Freed Poet Lyric

Deception

Standing on an abandoned beach
On a deserted island
Beyond fortune's reach
Feels like a dryland
Though dampness of ocean beseiges

I scribbled my falsehood
In sand of seashore
Washed away the waves
The second I re-bore
Into my facade of hollow sandalwood

I became the artist living in dreams
Suppressing the internal surreal screams
Kept glorifying the warmth of sun's scorching heat
That's devoid of compassion but my fabrication was neat

Dusk broke, I hoped for gentle breeze
Disappeared the sun ,letting me mirthlessly freeze
I pushed away the ships meant for rescues
Succumbing to flawlessness upon a demon's cues

I became a captive of psedo-laughters
The island was hollow
It stood on wobbly rafters
Looks impeccable but disguised to swallow

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Millard Lowe January 7, 2025 at 1:33 PM As I continue to say to my students (over a half century now), "Don't be sorry; be aware." Awareness of deception is an important step in self-liberation. Thus, the renewed canvass. Nice! One. Peace and Love.