when cadets know you lied….

how’s a liar walk
when confronted with truth’s ramp
small unsteady steps

 

paint by numbers kits for adults…

 

she
carefully removed
layers
of
the truth
replacing
each layer
with
a plausible
lie
one anchored
in her
own past
but

not necessary
true
of
the events
or
persons
being described
as
any good lawyer
might
do
during
their
bout
of storytelling
in
the courtroom
where
a murder
becomes
a victim
of
child abuse
or
a white-collar criminal
becomes
a
victim
of
the
system
it doesn’t have
to
be true
but
the story
must flow
and
engender
emotions
on
the part
of
the listener
in
favor
of
the storyteller’s tale
oh
and
a tears
or
two
would be useful
to complete
the
deceptive picture

 

​human deceptions…

death’s eyes
are
always
upon you
following your
every move
even as you
try to conceal
the festering scars
of
your soul’s desires
desires
hidden beneath
the veneer
of your
sunday morning prayers
and
humble demeanor
a demeanor
worn like a bloodied shroud
carried through
the holy temple
of all mankind
a smiling death
watches
your performances
applauding
when accolades
are bestowed
upon you
knowing full well
the doors
of hell
await
you
when its kiss
draws
your
last breath

not-so-blind trust…

not-so-blind-trust

you needn’t fear me
said the fox to the chickens
my son’s coop watching