EYES CAN LIE
There is something in a glance
like a midway game of chance
As a thousand colored lights
Exploding high, the sky
Listen when the water talks
All those voices calling us
A half forgotten dream
Haunting you, a restless night
In a sudden, all is lost
Like so much, cosmic dust
When you turn away and walk
Eyes can lie and break your heart
Fell in love a few times ... For a few seconds.
And some you never forget.
never is an absolute
just as always is
making a promise using the word never
is a foolish thing to do
how many hearts have been broken by someone
saying they would never leave the one they loved
war, divorce, and disease can deliver grievous blows
to those who are told
the inevitable lie
of never
TRUMP AT 33
MOHE CONVICTIONS FELONY
34. YOU SEE
I want to miss my kids
I want to see my hair no crumbs or cheese whiz
I want to enjoy healthy friendships
outings like camping and family things
me plus one for a change
I’m so tired of doing everything on my own
I’m always that single mom who’s alone
no partner, no man, just me,
Here I am
no other family, just a loner.
the judge me like a park perv with a *****
the way they look at me, like they pity me,
It was healthier than living with his violent mistakes
No sorry is good enough
When a man treats you worse than his stuff
Society sees a woman that can’t keep a man
They don’t see a woman strong enough to stand
Alone without allowing the disrespect to go on
Every carnival, every movie, every oil change, every bill I pay
Every flat tire every mile
every family photo a forced smile
the biggest lie ever sold
is too tell a woman she can have it all alone
she’s ripped apart shredded at each end
not knowing where she ends and the kids begin
night from day’
far from child's play
but something like a living nightmare
every lonely not long enough exhausted no rest day
You've never been part of me
is a lie.
You're part of me
I've already forgiven you.
I'm missing you, that
It's hard to say,
I don't care anymore.
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Judas Iscariot, Brutus, and Cassius are not divine as one slumped over heathen often stressed, nor are they wicked as they have been deemed, under that same heathen who often cracks seeds which are eggs which are buried in the summery earth, the beast of the earth has failed here first, and so we see now that we have left his lie to die, and he injured, morally, spiritually and physically must soon lie, and so his original serpent-eating lie from which the loop so familiar is real, that serpent feeding on itself, was part of his zeal.
To the husband asked his mad doting wife
“Have you slept with other women in life”?
He said- “Only with you dear
With others, awake...! Why fear”?
Happy was she and thus ended their strife !
A painted smile,
A hollow laugh that rings too true,
Bright, blinding eyes,
That weave a gorgeous lie for you.
A borrowed hug,
That feigns a warmth it cannot hold,
And sugar words,
To trap you in a web of gold.
Sweet, fleeting hours,
That hide the rage they try to drown,
A heavy truth,
That wears a lovely, lying crown.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Do not lie to me at all.
For what you show me as me,
Is not true at all, you see!
Don’t be fooled by what you see.
The world’s mirror shows not your reality,
Look beyond the reflection deep within.
And find the truth that lies therein!
Copyright © 2017 by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought', which is available on Amazon)
As Rich a Lie
They kill and kill
the clock ticks on
as bodies become clay
burnt trees scar the forest
as they continue to slay
silence is complicity
while the sky keeps falling
hands on sacred books
we don't dither to take oaths ~
in courts of justice
The new normal says:
to pluck a flower without getting in trouble,
do it from a bunch,
'cause the crowd covers the action;
it retains the innocence.
A lie—
a masked tool,
surrounded by many words,
easy to make anyone a fool.
Best way to present any stupid thing cool.
But when it embeds on our tongues,
so sticky,
it won't leave.
Who first needed it?
Why couldn't truth fit?
Perhaps it's the fear
to see those expressions
when they hear
what the actual words are.
They might find it sour.
But the actual event is uncarved;
no one knows what truly held.
Why not serve a different tale
everyone wants to willingly hear?
The plan succeeded.
No one knew.
It felt like a weapon;
the word spread among a few.
The legacy continued.
"It's self-defense," they argued.
Reality depletes,
the façade highlights.
No one can prove
if you lied.
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
i told you it was cold
i ran to you for warmth
i bartered with my soul
i prayed to calm your storm
you said i did not say
claimed i was always far
or rotten, there i lay
a dead, uncaring scar
i told you i would freeze
in that melancholy house
you blamed it on the breeze
said thicken up my blouse
you lied to my face
though the temperature clear
was as frozen as space
only fit for a bier
i know you will scold
if i asked you to stay
hunting songbirds of old
just to scoff as they bray
but i reach out my hand
as i so often do
because i know that my ways
are so foreign to you
i cry to embrace
your harsh, distant corpse
i would not dare to face
you with words you can warp
do thermometers lie?
was the temperature fake?
or did you let me slip by
to succumb to my fate
A mangled man's
remains,
remain dismembered.
Scattered limbs
laid amongst the
litter.
Littered
ligament lies
amidst tense
muscle,
resting cuts
lay tender.
I really
try to not
remember.
This I
wish I
was lying about.
I can't
I magine
mans lying about.
Torn asunder, ripped
apart by chainsaw
teethed razor.
Rehearsed excuses
always sound best
on scratch paper.
Throw it away or
save it for later?
From behind ear
whisper bubblegum's
last flavor.
Hope all is better
before a blue
member come rapping
upon thy chamber.
They won't just go away.
It's best to
answer, then
answer what they ask.
Then they'll leave you
alone.
To go
about your day.
left in disarray,
disagree met dismay.
Where is the
line that
compromised game
last time?
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