Saturday, November 23, 2013

Retrograde




The worth in a Man lives in the lies that are Told.

Sadly it is only these,
that We here,
stories grow old.

The endearment to Truth,
does not Lie only holds,
not you at Bay,
but the Murderers and the Cowards.

the unworthy Lives,
seeking death as the glory,
it lived in this one.

To march upon a man's heart,
with nothing other than,
indecisive measure,
it will show-up in,
the end,
a needless direction.

Leaving you short of your mark,
thereupon leaving that Heart & Soul,
whole in, 
Balance & Unmeasured Treasure.

The regard to the spoken word,
does not have calculations for the mis-information,
in the Language.

Leaving the written word,
open to an individual,
and therefore the interpretation,
will be made by the force of the Tongue,
which is most twisted?

For in the end,
maybe it is not the snake,
with a Forked-Tongued message,
of which we may find,
strange but rather,
the splitting of,
a man's decision.

In Him-Self over what,
is correct or,
what is not.

Created a split-tongue,
instead,
an alter-ego,
or the like.

For at least,
in this thought,
I have not committed,
to either,
for thinking with the wisdom,
of a Snake and the Credence,
of a Man.

Leave Me,
still standing,
differently but with a plausible answer.

Towards which Story,
I would find, 
to be Myth.

The Garden of Eden,
for a Snake may slither,
but,
he can not speak,
with an audible tone.

Rather because I am,
unable of any English,
speaking Creatures,
other than Man.

So if,
lies were truth and truth were lies and men have died for so much of this...

where is your snake,
which speaks to say?

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