some jumbled thoughts building like storm clouds in the west.
Eyes of Lies
In the eye of lies, lay truths of a sort
twinkling in a soft shimmer muted and quiet.
All morphing slowly from honesty to ruse;
Some call it a muse, others deceit.
It's purely neat to chance a charade--
A parade of talent used by those in need
of acceptance or conception of another self.
However, in the eye of the truth
it's just plain and simple grevious greed.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2010-07-09 at 05:14
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