© Gary Drury
Listen to the wind speed by
As vacant lips spill nothing
but deceit and lies
as soulful eyes project nothing
Capturing truth be a difficult task
Nothing to hold and Nothing to last
A world of decay and people astray
Capturing truth leads to dismay
Listen still the breeze of lies
Hypnotic tunes of nothing
But disappointment and disguise
as mournful words say nothing
Capturing the truth…
Be an impossible task…
As the disease continues to last.
Shedding a mask of permanence
Leads to unfamiliar ground
Is this merely an act of indulgence?
Or is it nobly honour bound?
Dangers of server harassment
Lurk in the depths of unholy souls
Eager to appease their discontentment
via frivolous and mundane woes.
Shedding shrouded sophistication
Trekking virgin ground
Imploring valid mediation
Where aspiring voices sound.
Peel away the decay of deceit
And cast out thy veil
The substance of my receipt
Will heave full winds in my sail.
Life is sharp
And the cut is deep
The pain is indescribable
Yet the blade
Feels no compunction
for its actions
it’s better to experience
Than to conquer
a dull blade.