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My reply didn’t even answer your question

You were already running

At the ensuing uncertainty

Of the situation,

Desperately afraid of unfamiliar territory

 

Yet you talk about honesty

Like it’s the stuff life is made of…

Like it’s the stuff you’re made of

And it’s not even enough as it is, in your life.

 

All talk.

At least practice what you preach

 

You talk about honesty

But still want me

To tell you

What you want to hear

 

You talk about honesty

But you’re living a lie

And this lie has become your truth

So yourself you can soothe

While the TRUTH you are so afraid to confront

Remains in ambiguity

Much to your comfort

 

So how am I to be honest with you,

When you’re not even honest with yourself?

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democrazy

brainwash with moving portraits

appearing holier than thou

but actually foes pretending to be friends

wolves in sheep skin

Demons in angelic form

manipulating those in uniform

stop at nothing to have their way

Silencing others so they can have their say

malicious misinformation

deliberate disinformation

half truths and complete lies

looking good from far

far from looking good

using their power for their own sake

spitting fire and brimstone

leaving death and destruction in their wake

democracy with an iron fist

 

lookin’ good

…She was having trouble walking with those shoes, she hated them. But he’d told her she looked good in them. And she liked it. They were rather uncomfortable, but She told herself would grow into to them. So she wore them tonight, promising herself, unconvincingly, that she would last the remainder of the night. It was only 11 pm, and it had taken her an hour to cover a 10 minute walk. She was clearly in distress, walking with a forward lean and an awkward limp. Her feet were on fire.

But it didn’t matter.

She looked good….

About Tomorrow…

Stop living in the past, its gone. Live in the present, that’s where life really happens. If you live for tomorrow, tomorrow will fuck you up. And the worst thing about it is that Tomorrow never comes….

CHEMOREI

Too many insinuations
Too many questions
Too many blank stares,
Not enough answers..

Kings were not amused
Having their authority put to the test
So they had to abuse
To put this matter to rest

Other subjects had to be kept in the dark
That wouldn’t be too much work
They were told and they believed,
Because they all wanted to live.

That was the jungle’s law
But it was to him unacceptable

He was determined to expose their flaws.
They offered him a place at the high table,
No, he would not be a character in this fable
He was getting closer to the truth
So they went to the phone booth
And sent a threat.
That would not stop him,
With his life he had made a bet.

What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
His significant other was worried
I need some time, just a little bit longer
But he was the prey and they the predators
A fact he had forgotten.
Drastic measures were taken,
They could not fail again

He took the truth to the other side,
Betrayed by a brother in arms
But it was necessary for their pride
And to protect the BRIDE
To have the thorn removed,
The consignment approved

RIP.