the life of living a lie

in a world where honesty

is a commodity

bought and sold

revealed at convenience

hidden in you and me

and is too frightening a thing

to look on

because we’re afraid to look and see

what’s there

and what’s not

and so we’re content with our

Lie of Living Life

our world

where mirrors lie

and smoke so thick

is inhaled with a hungry wish

to forget

and we hallucinate

and fabricate

and recreate

and I begin to believe that lie of me

that is on my tv screen

that is how I talk

that is how I walk

and that is what I care about

and succeed only in masking

the truth with dishonesty

two things which cannot exist

simultaneously

for a truth that is a lie

is a lie, nothing more

yet we believe that a lie

can give the truth

can give us whwat the truth isn’t

narrows our field so we can focus

and we celebrate, joyous

that our Life of Living a Lie

is somehow perversely honest

our distorted reflection

satisfies us

we are our bodies; nothing more

that figure of flesh bones

we are our words;

sounds communicated without need

but with a hungry desire

to confirm our solidity

our permanence, irreplaceablity

in this world of lies

and we forget that

a thousand lies surround one truth

each one a shadow of a shadow of the truth

as true and honest

as a lie can ever be

a reflection of our imperfections

of who we wish to be

and we are satisfied with

Living our Lie of Life

(Source: spokenworlds)

Take a pit stop. In fact, take two. In a row. And don’t be afraid to take it slow. Just because everyone else is speeding a good fifty kilometres over the limit doesn’t mean you have to fly off into the imaginary sunset as well. Because when one fool breaks the rules and fifty others decide to copy that one? You end up with a car pileup instead. And for the thousandth time, turn down your headlights. What with your obsession to be the sun of the road, you’re making everyone else blind. It’s okay if it’s a little dark. There’s no way you’ll see everything ahead of you, anyways, no matter how well you prepare. Headlights, windshield wipers, a spare tire and a cellphone are the best that you can do. And that’s not your fault.

Don’t forget to take those bends slow. It’s true that speed makes things harder to control. And those big trucks? Yeah, well, appearances are deceiving. Don’t ever let them bully you to the side of the road because you’re afraid of getting flattened when they fall. And the fancy sports cars, with their blaring music, who always seem to be in a rush to get somewhere? Don’t worry. You’re headed somewhere too. You just know enough not to announce it to the rest of the world. Not as showy as them, are you? Yes, you’ve nearly mastered this highway. Nearly.

Just remember: no highway goes on forever. You’re going to have to exit eventually. We all will. And when that time comes, remember that everyone else? Will keep on driving. 

Forever Young

In a Paradise

With Palaces

And Palm Trees

With the Shade

Of a Thousand Years of Travel

Forever Young

In a Place Without Time

Where there’s no worrying

About the clock striking 9

Or the 12 o’clock of Death

Because there is no End 

To this Bliss

For I am not Cinderella

Depending on my Fairy Godmother’s Gifts

Working for the Ajr

That will earn me my Carriage ride

To raise me up and higher

Farther than the eye can see

The mind can imagine

The heart can desire 

The soul can get lost in

Forever Young

Pure Joy and Happiness

Not contaminated

By the Greed of Millions

The Lust of Thousands

The Envy of the Insecure

The Wrath of the Unjust Rulers

Pure; no Fear

Of Losing It All 

To Love Lost

Life Lost

Faith Lost

No debating between what’s

Right and Wrong

Because this is the Rightest Place of them All

This is where I will be

Forever Free

Forever at Peace

Forever Me

Forever Young

(Source: spokenworlds)