Tag Archives: liar
workman
i count the Lies
discarded so effortlessly
They float like feathers
from Your lips
and are my bible
i count the Zeros
carved painstakingly
They scar like stains
on my skin
and are Your poiēma
Proper
As my eyes burn from the lies of you, I properly sip my coffee, I wait, watching the heat of the Day take its toll, telling the truth you will not say despite that You see, I see, We see, the shingles cracking, the black tar melting, the ol’ roof caving in on itself and the stupid birds calling this hole home.
…liar….
What else
Could one possibly conclude
But that I am not worth
Neither then nor now
Telling the truth to
This even God did not deny
So then, won’t I
Blowing Sunshine: A Haiku
Disappearing words
Neither written, whispered nor
Engraved on my heart