what you now recall
are words i’ve never spoken
guilt’s fabrications
just implanted memories
to conceal another’s lies
liars
affirmation…
an often said lie
soon becomes the truth for fools
who’ll blindly follow
the path of misconception
even through the gates of hell
brought into existence…
called
by
many names
historical alchemy
medieval witchcraft
it has changed
over the years
now
critical race theory
the purpose
is
still
to convert
something that is real
into
fantasy
transformation of matter
an occult art
of
liars
evanescence…
the details
of
my existence
are
fading
some
replaced
with
deliberate
confusion
by
others
an attempt
to
justify
their
fading existence
details
they clearly recall
but
wish not
to
claim
much easier
to
attribute
them
to
someone else
often called
selective memory
but
once
such flaws
are
stapled onto
another’s
existence
it becomes
a form
of
assassination
but
i suppose
it
really
doesn’t matter
since
we’ll all be
forgotten
anyway
on the eve of a whitewashed impeachment trial..
we hold these lies
to be
self-evident
all men are created equal
such
hyperbole
is
difficult to say aloud
let alone
have
anyone
in their right mind
believe
endowed
by
their creator
with certain
unalienable rights
you might want
to
strike out
creator
and
substitute
bank account
among these
are
life
this is a contingency plan item
with
variable durations
based upon
social class
liberty
oppressive restrictions apply here
and
should not be taken
literally
and
the pursuit
of
happiness
once again
the text
must be edited
to read
socially defined delusions
further
deponent
sayeth not
shells…
so colorful
on
the outside
firm
to the touch
yet
fragile
so
easily
shattered
by
time’s tide
when
cast
upon
the rocks
of
unfulfilled vows
it’s
then
when we realize
the shells
are
as
empty
as
the lives
of
liars
fire hazard abatement…
i finally cut down
that old palm tree we planned
sadly unlike you
it had grown too close to home
but it had a core of truth
no reason to go beyond thought…
still
see your face
and
hear your laughter
as a child
but
years of lies
have
erased
those traces
of
memories
from your mind
so
no need to speak
nor
dream that truth
will ever be seen
it’s so strange
how
alibis
replace reality
and
life’s bar room liars
become
heroines
Read Between the Minds 