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Feb 2015
How does one Lie?

I lie by the wayside to see the stroked faces of an old friend's dream become vivid before any scene bore witness.

I lie through my teeth to feel my hunger devour disease eager to fill a void caloric as the temperature of my society.

I lie by the bay where the watermelons grow to share a seed with my fellow fish swimming below to see if our earthen food delights their aquatic tastes.

I lie through flames as the my flesh on my feet peel back strapping down with callouses darkened as molasses to manifest the black top as payment for each step I take on the pavement.

Why does one rely on lying for rest? A rested mind is healthy throughout time. To struggle for the blues without a guitar at my waist, would seem to be a waste. I lay down my instrument as the mental space echoes concussion reverberating consciousness in my vertebrae.

I can lay my soul on the lie to define my love, or I can place my faith in defiance willingness sold down the river to stand atop a caste of dirt.
No excuses when the cash need led to hyper dramatic reactions, violent never seems to circle in his bed.

Prosperous never spoken to hold the candle up, I would have to claim Diogenes as I am the hermit yet alit no longer I roam untold of the direction only the destination is paid by temporal loop distorts creation in love in my blood.

Nyx tricks the children from hearing their own voices, encoding the solar in the monitor lizards. A Komodo spits feces as digestion: no **** required. A dragon lingers in the heart of the Chivalrous ready to swallow the maiden whole, what else can he do?

Except Lie down by the morning light grasping onto blue light between ring finger and wrist ache, A jail cell is a warmest in the winter when desperation is at his peak. A streak un-won, however losing wouldn't hold dues.

Regret harbors a Serpent in the ocean, the greatest Artist I never had a chance to hear through electronic transmission placed his being in the Leviathan, swallowing him whole with a smile on his face being the cause of his own because.
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