#falsehoods
Those fake nails are real,
it's his smile that isn't true.
That wig is undeniably a real wig,
but I don't think he's a real drag queen!
That stone clad wall isn't real stone cladding
but the plastic guttering is made from genuine plastic,
unlike your happiness!
The front of that building is just a facade.
Don't you mock my Tudor!
Her tan is real,
she got it from a can,
but the veneers on her teeth aren't bona fide!
I forgot goldfish have three second memories,
anyway that's a real distortion of the facts!
People saying most of the bodies heat is lost through their heads makes my blood boil!
Those falsehoods he didn't make up seemed legitimate
isn't a thing that is not what its purported to be; just a sham?
I don't believe you!
Nepoleon was short,
but then everyone was really short in those days,
and bulls aren't colourblind
so I red
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Remember they're monsters
Not just in theory, but really
It's no longer about the evidence
(If it ever was...)
But a call to collusion
They want you silent
Unless you recite after them
So they can write papers
On pipe dreams
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Truth doesn't care what you think
Truth will hunt you down quietly
Truth is often cold and bleak
Truth knows it'll catch up eventually
Lies are just secrets nobody can keep
Lies break you down unapologetically
Lies are not solely used by the morally weak
Lies devour the whole soul entirely
Truth is hidden by the lies we seek,
the falsehoods we speak
Lies don't stay hidden naturally,
falling apart gradually, at times, instantly
Truth turns to lie with a simple tweak,
a false win streak, don't peek
Lies will always be part of humanity, but how much of that statement is tragedy?
So maybe the lies aren't as bad as we think...what do you think?
Be honest now, don't lie to me
©2023
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 9:01 PM UTC
~
*I see starfish from
my false bottom
canoe
stretching the wave,
a shimmer to the sound
—slow, fast, wide, and narrow,
then gray over blue
in the empty mirth.
I see trouble and strife,
a beacon of
decadence,
trembling consistently
on each note as if
she had the permanent fever.
I see death and transfiguration,
(equal bedfellows),
out of the ground
as glorious
wisteria,
there's ether on hand
and a lot of bridge work
to cross the vocal span of our
vibrato wars.
I've only got time
for the business at hand,
these cobwebs in the corner
(of history) can linger,
or die like
flies
on the Queen of Compromise,
who never was,
who might have been,
who will always be.
am I cantillating
or have I ventured into
false memory syndrome
again?*
~
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
Surprise overcomes
Words seem nonsensical
Fact checks become
Daily headlines
Pure prevarication
Not mere vagueness
Untruths, shams
Two-faced attempts
To cheat to win
In a battle of ideas
Better still, flooding
Air-waves, all media
With bogus pre-text
That fend off
A battle
From ever being fought
Fabricated?
More than merely falsification
Calling truth a lie
Shout-downs over debate
A campaign designed to
Discredit, debunk and divide
* (back in the day we called this **** and bull)
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
You're only pretty
If you wear this
have this
are this
You're only cool
If you smoke this
drink this
own this
You need it NOW
Before it's gone!
A new and improved you
(Until we tell you otherwise)
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
At this point in my life
I’m fairly certain
I’ve told more falsehoods than truths
And most of them to my gullible self
I’m trying to remedy that
In the hope of hating myself just a little bit less
(Wait that’s not true)
In the hope of being forgiven if I’m found out
Which, I guess
Is why I’m writing this dumb poem
(Wait that’s not quite true;
I think this poem — and I
Are rather clever)
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
You don't get it, do you? You still think your money
is your merit, your mansion is high fashion, your limousine
the only car you'll never have to drive , your wife only a
trophy. These falsehoods are like thick pieces of prime rib;
you suffer from emotional and physical gout. I shout, but
you don't hear me. You are spiritually deaf. Your worth is
deep within you, but buried by layers and layers of fat
and fatuous values. At the Country Club, you are not
bothered by blacks and latinos and Jews. Your only tenet
is to keep your left arm straight. You consecrate Red Label
instead of red wine. You cheat when playing poker, but it's
OK because no one notices. You take a shower, but use
no soap. What the **** Who cares? I am above all
others! I'll take a Mulligan on that last shot. Boy, get
me another ball!
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
We need to measure the diametrics
Of your ****** and body structure
The radius of your smile
The appearance of your eyes
The height of your forehead
The size of your nose
The straightness of your shoulders
The firmness of each breast
The contours of your stomach
The circumference of your waist
The curvature of your ****
Your thigh gap
Hip width
Knee symmetry
Leg taper
Hair growth
Navel shape
****** color
***** length
...
So we can
Make you
"Perfect"
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
The Deep fake era is upon us
Every thing is fake these days
Everything is a fraud
Prepare for the deep fake world
Fakery, fraud, and falsehoods abound
All artfully done
Killing the last shred of human decency left
Everything is a deep fake
these days
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.
She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.
Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.
I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Spin it one more time,
your story is so involving,
I
couldn't
have heard
right.
Repeat it for me,
please.
That's what I thought.
Any other day,
I'd not
say anything,
pretend I
buy your ********
Today, I can't let it go.
I never ask.
You volunteer.
That
makes
the lying
worse.
Bother someone else,
you ******* *****
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
the universe shakes me awake with an ache in my chest
and for a moment i think it's just my ribs getting stuck again except
I'm not having trouble breathing
like i sometimes wish
i look in the mirror and know I'm not alone
it's four AM
and not a soul stirs
not even my own
i think that's why my chest hurts
mine's dead
i think
and now the spirit it leaves paints itself gold
stroke by stroke
"FALSEHOODS" i scream in the mirror
"falsehoods" the reflection whispers
and i weep
a broken fragment trying to make itself new and worthy
but what a lie
the lies we tell ourselves
and the lies they tell themselves.
nothing is worthy
but hush, just paint them gold
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
They look at me with pointed sharp eyes,
Tell me it's all in my mind, I must be blind,
I look at the bedroom wall and there is nothing,
Yet my mind every moment is filled with so much activity.
I see this world around me spinning but slowly,
This whole social mirage keeps on changing,
Except when I'm drifting at night at my home,
Good or bad, right or wrong, but never once when
I was alone, was I ever TRULY alone.
They followed me this way and that through
The streets, called to me, scold me or made me laugh,
Vague clay statuesque devils or angels, I could not say,
*But in the end you tell me it's all in my mind
When the night becomes day.*
You and me, dreams fake, but all in all it's what is the take,
You and me, plain as can be, but we're having fun falling asleep,
Face first into the cake.
You and me, our hopes so free, but we're still stuck where we will
Always be.
So what is real? What is fake? It seems to you there's much at stake,
In daring to dream, daring to fly! Why not just grow old fast,
Whither and die?
So why my grin, why your frown? Could it be that your
Hatred has gotten You down?
It will be a long walk home, trailing turning, all alone,
Over my shoulder I hear your scorn, every day until I'm forlorn.
Every turn I feel their eyes, they never leave, yet it's always been,
Always will be that I'm blind, YOU WIN like you always would,
It's got to be it's all in my mind...
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
In life you are a total nobody if you aren't:
A "socialite superstar" who sacrifices moral for popularity
A tech freak
A work-a-holic
A married man or woman (opposite *** only!)
An insensitive "cowboy"
A confederate flag sympathizer (incomparable to ****** I guess)
A religious fanatic
Someone who is so open minded they are open to bad or EVIL
Rich as hell
Extremely violent or purposefully "unaware of bullies"
Anyone who graduated with honors (3.5 or higher, please!)
Certain everyone should work and/or drive
Covered by expensive life insurance
Popular with dozens of "honest friends"
A gun owner who doesn't believe in the need for regulation
A cigarette smoker (but *** is a "bigger devil!")
Hating cross dressers
A nudist hater
Built with a six pack
Absolutely certain that every hippy is "the devil"
A nature hater
Willing to **** anything that moves (they are the pests)
Giving away all natural love for money
One who loves to go to war, a.k.a. "gung-ho"
Gifted with perfected teeth
One to ignore the "little lower people" at work/school
A "brown noser," trying to even out-do your mentors
A cheeky person obsessed with being manager (I'm #1!)
Poised to kick someone out on a moments notice (no hustlers here!)
Always on "mommy" and "daddies" side, even if they went too far
The list goes on and on, but you need to be most of these to succeed!
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
When men brought him the Pandora's box, guns, the angel of "light,"
The "innocent and perfect" of all love, armed himself to the teeth,
To bestow such "safety," around children when armed, allows us to risk
The lives of all while the just "feel safer" having one, "less likely harmed,"
He is enlightened of all things and kills to survive, lives by the sword,
But "can not die, will not die." He is the advent of all this and more,
And he started this practically perfect way of staying safer in order
To find more "dangerous targets," even children, to shoot at in war.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
The lakes and streams filled with natures goodness,
Skys eerie and filled with only questions,
The lilting laughs of the young playful women,
And the prompting for springtime suggestions.
I was always laughed at then, ridiculed, a joke.
In the mornings I would bring with me as always
Oats and honey for breakfast. Your beautiful doe
Eyes always batted at me. I was youthful, bearded face,
Strong lean body. My friends had all but abandoned me.
Everyone said we were evil, poisoned fruit from a tree.
The bon fire lit agains all of our faces, sparks flying into the sky.
The woven basket filled with dates, nuts and rice,
My work never finished, speaking of kindness, of life.
They thought I was there to ruin them, to give them over
To the authorities. My dream was to inspire them and give
Them a better understanding of innocent philosophies,
Never once did I mention eternal suffering or grief, let
Alone the way a life without pain. I was there to enliven
Their lives with music, with fine art, wild unruly entertainment,
I never quite respected the forceful authority figures or
The scorn of those who wanted us to "behave,"
But for one reason or another, everyone sought to clean
Up each of my statements.
But you were there, amazon lady, with such strength,
And I your effeminate match, how could it be that I'd found
Such a catch? Our story would go on to be silenced,
Bound with lies, why? Because when they found
Out the truth about us, they sought to change
It to something popular, so they could sell it.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
I am the lamp, I am this lighting, using up electricity
I am the wall, I am this part of your expensive home
I am the car, I ride too and from, to work and fun
I am the computer, I addict you and take up your time
I am the heater, I warm you and keep you from sickness
I am the stove, I cook your food and boil your water
I am the fridge, I protect your food and liquids from spoiling
INSTANTLY
And you are my slave, you will do what I say in return,
Anything and everything, now that you have these things,
You can never be alone, never have a day off, never be free,
Never have enough time to rest or stay at home with family,
EVER AGAIN.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
depression set in
like the priest to sin
trying to hide it
when it all begins
the snow falls down
barring you underground
hell bent and heaven sent
who the **** knows were my mind went
no way to win
put on a grin
hide it again
your souls caves in
exploding imploding
like the shore life eroding
this should not be how time is spent
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Yes I saw the truth in the hillside freeway
In the grilled cheese sandwich
for sale on Ebay
With tortillas and butter they called me a ******
Because I saw the truth in the eyes of another
Who decided to feed me a line of such rapture
That captured my stature of pragmatic backed banter
Gathered the trappings disbanded, I could map out the standard
Wanting the pattern, the vibrancy frequented
Masking the latency, the reader obsequious
Addressing the nuance, ignoring complacency
Significance amplified, convinced of this elevated
Power to axiom, entropy celebrated
Wax to a fault with a message converted
While the layers of encryption serve to hold this position
A raw disposition, hoping to see beyond this decision
I can't see beyond the scope of the eye with conviction.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC