withholding everything
i told you the truth
you wanted to hear
silver, gold, and bronze
accepted as real
although the tangible
escaped us both
leaving mineralistic deposits
on the path we chose
to our own deception
crusted in its brilliance
brittle in its form
the weight of our own feet
hastened our fall
together through our own deceit
Saturday, October 25, 2008
who i told you i was
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The truth we want to hear is sometimes easier to accept. Some people only wish to see the mask, and nothing beyond.
I do think You should have Your work published. No Sir, i'm not being biased. Your poetry evokes emotion. Many of the subjects, most people can relate to. Your way with words is unique and Your poetry exudes real talent.
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