• TweakUnique

Hear No Lies (poem)

A lie we take to the grave is one of which we never speak. When truth’s concealed in silence, the blighted outlook’s bleak.

But even grass grows on blighted land, is it worth it not to tell a soul? Death is dreary, weary, watery, silent, darkness encompassing, everlasting, foul, full.

What does it mean when they say, “The truth will set you free.”? I don’t know, but I’ll venture a guess, that it will heal you and me.

Lies are fascinating in how we make them, because the biggest are those we tell ourselves. Incredibly taxing, terrible, troublesome, toilsome. And when we don’t believe, we wearily delve.

Your lies hurt us both equally. And mine do the same. I’m so sorry, you are too. yet neither you, nor I, are to blame.

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


Constant streams of stimulation Distract me off my situation Fill my presence, conversation Avoidant growth, maturation Concert hall; Grand Distraction Music Bliss: Band in Action Catherdral people;

Mystery Deep Ends

Talking faces talking heads babel on like they need bread Horror stories chilling gust rampant drunken pumped up lust. Muster strength and focus training your practices need no explaining inner tal

To Finn

To win is to collect Among people we respect Your mom's a smart lady training your intellect School is full of both smarties and fools So stay focused and smart Love science and art You're 4 years old