Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Lies lies lies


wielders of myth wands inside the mind
not magic mongers, they're the sleep deprived
prodding green sneaks into private lives
no convictions, just the will to thrive
nothing needs proven in sordid kind

schools of small pale colourless lies
pilot bloods of big brave guiltless lies
half-off, half-wit, habit, similies

watch those enigmatic eyes
batting barbecued cinematic lines
orgiastic thrusts and mournful cries
the ugly, the real, beautifully entwined
like fledgling jerks poised for flight

d.i.s.t.o.r.t
d.e.l.a.y
d.i.v.e.r.s.i.f.y

when the truth went out of style
where the hell was I

5 comments:

  1. hi....blog hopping here, nice blog...

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  2. Thanks Boim :)!! Welcome to my blog...

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  3. now maybe you can read my complex haunter ;)

    angsty - kill those liars!

    pm

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  4. @Mackie - Thanks darlin!!!

    @PM - I think killing liars aint necessary, although pleasant :D ... I tend to distance myself from them, sort of put myself inside a protective dome where all the lies bounce off :) ... Yep, am ready to read the haunting now!

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