Graveyards  

intierzha 43M
311 posts
5/26/2006 1:50 pm

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11/8/2006 7:10 pm

Graveyards


I haven't posted any poetry in a few entries, so I thought I would start the weekend with one about what seemingly small lies do to us, and how it is sometimes hard to stop going down that road. Most times I would like to think I am an honest man, but all the times I have had to cover for people, protect family and so forth, I really don't think so. A lie is still a lie...

'Graveyard'

'When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.' -- Merlin, Excalibur

Who is the murderer facing me?

Simple white lies, protecting from harm
Innocence for innocent,
Deceiving with such ease.
Double-speak, double-talk
All the same...
Buried beneath an ethos lost,
Honesty and integrity replaced
By concealing the blame.

Clandestine engagements, compounding the shame
Ethics dismissed,
Personal honor tarnished, becoming
A joke, an exception
In so short a time...
Laid low with good intentions,
Sharing the same road
Paved by our words.

I know the murderer
Waiting in this graveyard of deceit,
This agony of lies.
I see him... staring back at me.

C.

ShyWhisper2006 53F
15175 posts
5/26/2006 2:35 pm

Well said...little by little they compound to be what they truly are...a lie...and there is no defence in it, so very well put...


intierzha replies on 5/26/2006 7:09 pm:
Thanks for stopping by and it can be tough as stuff like that adds up. One wonders the line between doing a little evil to do a greater good. Tough issue, that's why I tackled it I guess

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