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Okay, this is not it but close enough (LIES)
This poem is not the one I was after. But I will post it up anyways.
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The masks we wear, to us are given,
assigned to us before our cue.
The choice is ours to reveal or hide-
A grand charade with many a clue.
Would you be this or be you that;
Is it surfaced or is it hidden?
Not all secrets are lies or deceit,
Our view of others we must widen.
The genuine heart will itself reveal
Its spots or stripes are where they're at.
The lot of what we think we see,
provide but circumstantial caveat.
We often discard what eyes can't see;
Too often distrust what hearts conceal.
The masquerade of life continues,
Its colours and shapes our truths congeal.
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Comments
crypticbard
Wed, 2011-02-02 23:33
Here's another not quit it yet
`
Secrets are secret
Truth cannot expound
Everything is vanity
No comfort to be found
Truth is relative
or so it is, they say
Life for us is short
too soon the end of day
What Truth will illumine
Lies would then conceal
with ebony tusks uncover
wounds that would not heal
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'write on! let these words free.'
author commentcrypticbard
Wed, 2011-02-02 23:34
Here is one of two that I was after
`
there is nothing like failure
here
freedom actually breaks the heart
here
the spirit is denied
for a while it looks fine
here
but it could only be the lies
here
lies are useful, unlike other curses
soon we walk through bloodied pavements
here
and yet remain unable to see
here
we go forward together, still blind
or fall hand in hand
here
never again to receive our sight
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'write on! let these words free.'
author commentcrypticbard
Wed, 2011-02-02 23:22
and here is the other
`
we set up ourselves
in the eye of the public
thereby cuffing our hearts
restraining us from speaking
pristine truth
the charade
the convention
the outer shell:
the projected self
that everyone
can see & hear & feel
is all but an illusion
an aggregate amalgamation
of something real inside
a faint semblance
of the inner person
that struggles for expression
strives for representation
existing yet not living
underneath the weight of lies
whose lies? theirs....
lies are convenient
whose lies? ours....
lies are useful
lies are useful
to numb the pain
lies are convenient
they hide the stains
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'write on! let these words free.'
author commentloved
Wed, 2011-02-02 23:33
to tell u the
truth
i won't lie
i'm sleepy
now tomorrow i'll read all ur lies
till then let me lie
good nite finally
my eyes are sleepy
and thats the truth
i am lying
u know it
its all about punning
loved