Trying again in secret

Death of a Child

Once upon a time in a land far far away, a little birdy flew to my finger and there she did stay.

This little birdy with her tail so white and beak of blue, had a chest of red that felt like dew.

As I touched the little chest with my littlest finger, I to started to become red.

Little birdy did fall off my finger to lie on the ground.

The cat soon came for little birdy...

The lier

Everybody lies,

yet i feel for me it is

pathological

or maybe i am but insane

or more maybe a coward

it is so much easier to lie then it is

to tell

the

truth

Why is that?

and why do the skys fly high above while the oceans are in space?

What if there are no lies

then only truths exist

then if what i believe is true

is contradictory to you

then we both never believe

then the problem will be a lie

and there lies the problem of the lie in truth

I believe that I am but insane

yet maybe it is the world who is and not i

then what?

am i sane ?

but if a lier calls the insane are the insane

sane?

or is the lier the teller of truths in a world where everybody else lies?

the world is a confusing place

for all I know.. up is down and down

is

left

 

 

Visiting graves

 

the girl in red

she danced along

a farmers path

to a sad song

 

she threw down a match

and another and another

 

the trees were black

and leaves were no more

and the song once sad

became happy once more