She beguiled in inquisitions that bore no truth
I discoursed in ciphers no one sought to solve
I fondly recall in our smoke-yellowed slice of discount heaven
Not a moment of truth disturbed our vaporous sleep
Archive for lies
Till Morning
Posted in Uncategorized with tags art, artist, bliss, creative writer, creative writing, lies, love, memory, stupor, truth, youth on March 28, 2015 by unsensibleFair and True (A caution)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags art, artist, creative, Fair, liars, lies, not fair, not true, original, original poem, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, truth, writer, writing on October 2, 2014 by unsensibleMay you never know the cold, calloused working hands of a Fair world
An impartial view never seize you by your scruff
Or principled and dangerous never turn dread eyes on you
May you never the horror of the Fair and free, my fair haired child
Or Necessity scrape your soft palms to the hypodermis
Picking agony through connective tissue for subcutaneous Truth
Truth?
Fair is the remorseless predator
A falling of a blade in a machine with no known purpose
Truth is an alien horror hiding deeper than bone
A lusus naturae you never speak to or invite in
Fair comes and goes
Truth permanently resides
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