random pages found on the floor #6…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

life’s yellowed pages
contain all the lies you’ve told
written in bold print
but somehow those who’ve loved you
could not decipher the truth

joan of arc syndrome…

joan of arc syntrome

a wanna-be-joan of arc
her paper cut wounds
transubstantiated
into nails
nails
driven into her palms
by the hand
of
her own insanity
wounds that
define her
without them
she would not be
a saint
just another
social prostitute
accepting payment
in exchange
for services rendered
such reality would be
too distasteful
better
to create
a glorious history of
battles fought
and
enemies conquered
for
once one
accepts
that
truth
is but
what one chooses
to believe
the
dragons
can be
made real
in the minds
of even
the wise