when vision fails…

when vision fails

what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public

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