between
tomorrow’s words
and
what you’ve heard
lies
some
bits of truth
but like
humpty dumpty
what was
will never be
again
truth
hidden in the tall grass…
a young man
from
a neighboring village
came
to ask
bapa dola
how it was
that strangers
to his village
could see
the solution
to problems
that had
confronted the elders
for years
surely
the young man
said
the visitors
must be
wise men
full
of knowledge
bapa dola
said
perhaps
it is not
knowledge
but
the willingness
to
see what is really there
and
to not deny the truth
for
often we hear
but
do not listen
see
but
do not
perceive
donald’s ducks or not me….
donald
the lump
is in a slump
knows not
what to do
so begins
to complain
looks
for someone else
to blame
for things
that he’s said
and
his empty bed
there’s always
mccain
but that’s
so lame
since
he’s a hero
and
you’re a zero
hey
why not
blame allah
and
all that lot
or
fabricate
another plot
so much
to choose
when you’re
pampered
and
unhampered
by
the truth
random pages found on the floor #6…
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
random pages found on the floor #5…
the great horn owl speaks
words to its friend the darkness
asking why it is
that so many in day’s light
can be so blind to the truth
brass kangaroos and concepts of truth…
these dreams
are not
your dreams
for mine
were
that
freedom
was more
than
an illusion
but
i
believed
the myth
hard work
dedication
honesty
would
be
recognized
and
rewarded
but
not even
my children
recall the truth
the lacquer of lies
tho
semitransparent
conceals
and
distorts
the view
of
reality
ah
but
we all hide
from
the truth
or
run from it
as though
its mirror
might reveal
what is
already
known
so
no
real
need
for denial
simple words #17…
books
sit upon the shelf awaiting
hands to grasp and hold the truth
but gather dusk during evening news
