Fall From Grace

 

Floating lights behind my eyes
Thudding pain, pressurized
Wholly sick of coloured lies
Called out loud in honeyed cries

Sink ye further in the pits
Of blackened tar you did dig
Let it glue your puckered lips
Quieten your lies laid on thick

Slick with oil is your voice
But lo, black one, you made your choice
Yet there you stand and make your noise
And think you safe upon your hoist

But come a day you will know
On that day you’ll fall low
And eat the fruits of seeds you sowed
Your fall from grace will sure be slow

©Aarron Mondello
1/4/2018

 

Lies

By Aarron Mondello

12/12/2017

They lie to protect your feelings
They lie to save their own
They lie to keep their dealings
Secret and unknown

He lies because he’s too scared
To admit to himself his flaws
He lies to try and keep his skeletons
Locked safe behind the closet doors

She lies because she’s ashamed
Of the memories in her head
She lies to keep them from finding
The monsters she hid in her bed

They lie keep the belief alive
That the magic still runs wild and free
They lie to have the children love
The myth of Santa’s Christmas tree

Some lie to gain control
Of a desired situation
Some lie to keep you on a leash
Through ill truth and manipulations

Still others will lie with pure intent
To support and help strengthen spirit
But if you speak with me cage the lies please
Honestly, I’ll respect you for it.

©Aarron Mondello2017


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