Lies are so much more
Than words
There are nuances
And evasions
Omissions and Secrets
That leave big dark holes
on hearts and souls
In their wake
Misunderstandings are
Well-bred toddlers
With manners
Wee ones who curtsy and
Sport silvery spoons from mouths
They are tricksters, cons, and swindlers
Who teach delusions and illusions
And fantasies that they were taught
It may be politically correct
To deceive
But how can you ever trust
Anyone who pussyfoots
And skirts Around?
Some people like to
Dance and boogey
all over the floor
But for me that's
Best left to the likes of
Fred and Ginger
Jlo and Ben
Ellen and her guests
I used to like the pretty colored ponies
Painted on the carousel
But when I grew up and
Found that they could not really ride
Nor take me where I wanted to go
I got off the merry go round
To me
You used to be very different
From the rest of the herd
I admired your honesty
Integrity and
Forthrightness
You were an extremely rare
Form of human like an
Endangered Species
Or a tulip or orchid
You did not disappoint
Did not deliver less
Than agreed upon
You always gave more
Satisfaction and Dreams
Than anyone
Ever could have bargained for
Now you seem to have
fallen off the pony
and become just
a little too ordinary
like the rest of the counterfeit artists
and used car salesmen
that you now seem to
hang with
They say that birds of a feather
often defrock together
But I never thought that
YOU would
choose liars, cheats
phonies and hypocrites
as your better friends
But maybe this is all one big
Illusion
a silly practical cosmic joke
on me
One day I will wake up
Laughing
when I get the joke
but for now
it feels like the end of the world
You were never going to
take his side again
we had rules to abide by
and for the last few years
you seemed to be someone
I have now found you are not
I always suspected that you
Barely tolerated me
Never really liked me
So where does this leave me?
What do I do?
How do I go on without you?
It is one thing for him to have
Lied
And another thing for her
Neither of them trustworthy
But you, you two are the ones
I counted on
To always tell me the truth
Even when it hurt
That's how you made me
laugh and cry all at the same time
It's not kind
Not loving
Not in any way
Honest to lie
No matter how you twist it
Hide it in a closet or under a bush
Sweep it under a shag carpet
Take it for a ride in the countryside
Hammer it home
Brush it, boil it, and bake it
Fry it, nuke it, ice and shred it
Whistle, hum or tune it
Take it to jail
Take it to Ohio
Take it to Switzerland
Take it to the UN
Take it to the Middle East
Take it to a beauty parlor
For a wax, a cut, a manicure and a dye job
A lie will never become the truth
no matter how many times
you ignore it or
tell it, or everyone that is anybody
speaks it out loud
dust if off and
show it proud to company
take it on the tube
spin it until you're dizzy
spin it with fervor and
feverish delight
spin it whirling peevishly
spin it like it's never been
spun before
A lie is a lie is a lie
just as surely as a rose is a rose
is a rose
Water is wet and
rocks are hard
And sometimes bad things
happen to good people
Too many times adults
think it's the right proper correct
thing to do
to pull the wool
over children's eyes
just a tiny fun little white one about
Santa, the Easter bunny, or Elijah
but the kids always find out
they always come to know
and deep down inside
they die
from the lies
they've been told
by shirking shifty-eyed adults
Fudging to save their own lies
The lies we live
are miserable little mirages
and it is good to wake up
and smell the truth
rather than live lies of
quiet desperation
in dark caves of decayed rotten
spoiled cracks and crevices
It is much too easy
to fall of the mountain
we don't have to build it
with faux boulders and stones
that melt and smell in the sunlight
Leaving us stranded
crushed like breached whales
on the sand of our own
petards
It is good and proper
and right to speak out
in a loud voice
and say what everyone else
is thinking
That's what heroes and heroines
do and exactly what I expected
from you
Fairytales may not always come true
But you taught me that they could
Happen to me
You showed me how
And showed me the way
Now what do I do with you?
It may be true that
Whose 'Truth' Is the True TRUTH
And so I am left pondering
The truths I know and the truths I
Suspect are true and some I hope are still
True about you.
The last 30 years can they all be based upon lies?
That is unfathomably too hard to consider…
So I agree to disagree, I think you are sincere
But I still wish you were true blue forever |
