TRUTH ABOUT LIES

You hate them,
Yet you tell them
You won’t  buy them,
Yet you sell them.
Sometimes even
You decide to buy
Instead with truth,
You  settle with a lie.
Why do You do it?
What’s there to protect?
Trying to leave an impression?
Or to gain false respect?
If You get busted
Truth can be dusted
Because,
When truth is bent
The lie causes dent.
You say
“I don’t want to be lied to.”
Then again,
Like others,You do it,too.
You swear You never told a lie,
You swear You always speak truth.
No, you don’t, You know it.
No, you don’t, You know it.
Even Mister who wears
Black suit and tie
Works for the people,swears,
By selling pretty lie.
You may even lie for a reason,
Who cares!?
You’ll be charged with a treason.
No longer you can tell,
What’s right and what’s wrong,
It all sounds beautiful,
Like a favourite song.
You can shoot, You can miss,
Is it a curse or is it a bliss?
You can hide,
By telling beautiful lies,
Someone gets wounded,
Perhaps, even dies.
You can lie responding with silence,
Then you go through emotional violence.
You smile because
you were told a secret,
Now, You lie because you sworn
To keep it.
When truth becomes a lie,
The truth is no more
You’re getting high
Just by watching it grow.
When lie becomes truth,
No one asks for proof,
But when You tell the truth,
No one believes,
They demand the proof.
Lies can protect,
Like house without roof.
Honesty became a lonely word,
When you tell truth, will it be heard?
So what is it?
So what do you want?
Truth or a lie,
Sick in bed,
Waiting to die,
Now you hang at the end of the rope,
To be forgiven,
Now – that’s a Hope.

BEAUTY OF THE BEAST

I starred at myself,
Then I looked in the mirror.
I saw nothing but bones covered with flesh,
Covered with soft pale skin.
But then how soft it really is,
Or as a matter of fact
How soft am I?
Day in and day out,
I see people die,
They kill each other,
No fear, no guilt.
It seems that humans are losing senses
It’s scary when you realize
Your thoughts can be read
From anywhere, everywhere.
It’s scary when you realize
That what you once had
Is no longer just yours,
It’s everyone’s.
You see people get murdered
Simply for saying things out loud.
For trying to protect others.
Humans are consumed
By being civilized,
By their own ideas of perfection,
By the hunger for money,
By the power of false…
Humans want to improve nature by killing it,
To improve health by destroying it.
Then I woke up realizing
It was only just a nightmare.
I woke up grateful knowing
I’m just a beast.