The things that I remember are
Far better than the truth;
I find these nonexistent clues
Like some great pseudo-sleuth
I make a past that never was
From castles in my mind;
While yet the boy I really was
Gets farther left
Behind
Tag: Lies
Repeated Lies
We all believe the lies
When they’re repeated oft enough —
We think we are immune;
We think we recognize fake stuff —
But I’m not sure at all,
I’ve made mistakes, I bear the welts —
We fool ourselves, so tell me now:
Why couldn’t
Someone else?
To share is human:
Private Thoughts of the Award-Winner
You’re all applauding
That’s nice
But you don’t really know me, do you?
The people who know me best
They’re not that crazy about me
Oh, I want to be loved
But I want it my way
And my way
Seems to hurt other people
I’ll say my words now
I’ve been practicing
I was pretty sure I would win
Emotional pause, here
Tearful look in my eyes, there
I am in the business after all
But then, so are all of you
I fein emotions for a living
And this – this is just another role
Just another “adoring crowd”
But the applause will soon die
And the superstar will collapse into nothing but clothes
And this bitter, frozen hulk of a human being
Will go back home
To a house that dreads his return
To share is human:
The Delusion of Self-Deprecation
Behold, the strange self-argument
In which the subject tries
To tell himself or herself
Various and sundry lies
Which work. And so depression grows
Through what we say, then do:
And we persuade ourselves with words
That we know are not true
To share is human:
He Knows The Truth…
He knows the truth, for he was there,
The truth that’s long lay hidden;
He knows the rumors you have heard,
That circulate, unbidden —
Yet what went down is far, far worse
Than anything you’ve heard;
He knows the truth, for he was there —
But he won’t say
A word
To share is human:
The Lover’s Progress
At twelve, she wanted everyone to love her.
At eighteen, only family or friend;
At twenty-three, just one to love and hold her,
At thirty-eight, she’d settle for
Pretend
To share is human:
Bubbles
The “market” has its bubbles; so do we.
The times when things seemed better than they were:
As though we had passed all disharmony
And that, what pained us didn’t quite occur
And though we can pretend we’re free at heart,
And like we were, back when our love was first –
These bubbles that we make just drift apart
For seconds in the sun, before
They burst
To share is human:
The Cold Truth
The truth must be a cold thing
Given our tendency
To all huddle together for warmth
Around our lies
