Misted lies like vultures in flight,
taunt my life, and those who can, do,
for what they construe is just
an evil intention, a misadventure in spite,
never right but followed
for all their jealous rage and bitter plight,
given blame to the innocent.
Their words, their designs just flows
from my being like water over skin,
its wetness just fleeting,
and not taken within,
their raw emotional disdain
a sad refrain I now ignore,
for it hurts me no more.
I now allow those of malice to be,
in their own way, live,
and forgive I do the pain given,
as I apart, feel sorrow for their bitterness,
but I will no longer take part
in the cycles of manipulation
such a stain in the past.
I can only respond in my way,
not contend or fight for truth,
just their ruse of my compliance,
and so their tirades are unopposed,
their circumstance their own to impose,
but without my presence,
how quickly they recede.
Many souls lie, manipulate and contend,
but without us in opposition they fade quickly,
and it is not our task to uphold truth,
that finds its way nicely without us,
and those who perpetrate the lies,
eventually come to their own end.
I hold honesty as a paradigm in life,
truth a shining light that cannot take us anywhere
other that where we are supposed to be,
and I can no longer accept the games
of those with ulterior motives, for life is too short,
and no distraction is worth the sacrifice
of beauty and love.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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