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.
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?
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
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
…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….
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….
via Daily Prompt: Noise
I wish I could drown out all the noise in my head
so I can hear my voice once again…
She said. So I asked her, “What does that make all women?”
Let’s just say I haven’t heard from her in a while.
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