Rancid Beliefs, the Souls of Thieves
Diaphanous veils, a many,
twisted plights assail unwary souls,
truths so smeared and blurred to hold
a mind in crimson lies and deceit,
transparency a delusion,
reality a confusion soon to be known,
when lies strangle life
and we, too late to understand the price.
What landscapes we deem paradise,
yet blind we are to manufactured sights,
visions held under liquid masks,
colored arrays of intentions and tasks
designed to hold our thoughts,
while evil seeks to undermine our being,
to take from us our integrity,
our dreams.
So sad this truth, this parasitic ruse,
one pit against another for paltry gain,
when the shift of balance rarely bent,
what gain is loss to them who thieve,
and bereft they be
when life returns the favor,
souls so tainted no savior stands beside,
when recompense is ready to resume.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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reality a confusion soon to be known,
when lies strangle life
and we, too late to understand the price.
can’t get out of these lines..
SPOT ON!!!
Glad you appreciated the work Albert. Many thanks
Very good description Tony – “when lies strangle life” – you could write volumes on just this snippet alone – thanks!
Thanks Ralph, pleased you enjoyed my thoughts my friend. take care.
Ohhh – let not the evil “take from us our integrity, our dreams.” Let us always see beyond to the beauty of life and nature.
Great work, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed the work. Take care.
“when lies strangle life” how so true my friend. I’ve lived within lies and beating the pasts from souls who tortured other souls with their deceit. This is a testimony to the price so many pay by the cruelty of lies and hatred within our societies on earth. Beautifully penned sir.
Thanks Vincent, this is an ongoing circumstance that I’ve had to live with: my ex-wife has gone feral and poisons all she touches. Cheers!
Hah! same thing with me, mine went feral on me 18 years ago, poisoned my 4 children’s minds against their father and to this day, I just have the one in my life, the other 3 have made themselves dead to me. Very sad indeed, but life must go on and I’m thankful to have the love from my youngest 23 year son. And people wonder where poets get so much of our material from.
Yes, that’s for sure: fodder for the poet. It just proves we’ve chosen the right profession. lol. Thankfully my kids see her madness and side with me, as I’ve done nothing wrong but been blamed for just about everything including stormy weather. Lol Cheers!