Is it still real if my best memories are not kept by others in them? What if those dreams and memories are the regrets and nightmares of those with whom I shared the moment? Am I who I thought I was and am I able to believe in who I am if my memories are not shared?
I know my memories.... but I have no idea who keeps those same moments as something treasured.
It all but spreads, a gentle lie. From mind to mind, and eye to eye. A hidden frown, beneath a smile. A few feet more, maybe a mile. A soft word here, kindness throughout. Suppressed anger, a voiceless shout. Shaking his hand, a deal now made. His love now lost, the price he paid.
*******. Pure and simple. *******. Be like a vampire Refine your tracking trait, Saving time and disappointment. Recognize it when you hear it, See it, read it. I've had to eat beside it. It rarely smells until identified, You sense the patties are everywhere, Inside and outside the paddock. Speak out when encountered: *******, plain and simple.* Point in its direction, Be a searchlight. The room goes silent Like a stop-action clip, Frozen for the stink to seep. Everything has the stench. They're skilled, But shallow. One needs to go home and wash, Do the laundry. Clean the kitchen. Honestly!
Everywhere I go, I sow the seeds of sorrow. I will bring you liberty, but, you must do what I tell you. I will free you from oppression, if you get down on your knees. I will spread law and order, like I spread war and disease. I will tell you what is wicked, while I do as I please. You know who I am, you've belonged to me since birth. I'm the stars and bars, the whole world wears my scars, and I'll bleed you for all you're worth. It's a grand old flag, and one day soon It will reign over the earth.