False is a stained tumor/rumor in heart, mind, or soul, ascending us to a place where shallowness/fallow mess is our wall of fortification, our supreme adviser, staining our lives, and all we touch.
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True or False
Which to choose or be,
One would think an easy choice,
Till one needs to choose. Blindness to most, or to truly see.
Weighing what one wants, to what there is to lose.
Loser and lost, counting the cost, ignoring the boring, the work and the boss,claiming some thoughtful dissemination, giving recriminations that he/she would think so of me? Though true it be? Of course not!
Staining the world, one falsehood at a time, splined/twined bold to sublime, dissembling for the good, and that, only mine.
True words or deeds satiate the soul where hunger meets need, gives while it feeds, heals while it bleeds.
Common man that is true is the false man's fool.
Richness is defined by perception,
be it real, or deception.
Knowing which is which to twitch or glitch, is as hard as it is made by the glade where your treasure is hid.
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Edited by plodder, 26 January 2015 - 09:37 PM.