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The Sweetest Thing
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A Traveler's Experience Your face
Is truth
In advertising
I've seen
So very
Little of it
But love
You're truly
The sweetest thing
Seems to me
Around every corner
Is a liar
They dress in Truth
Uniforms, suits
Now technologically advanced
Flame retardant pants
Nose jobs between sentences
And chuck wind and fire
At the sincere man
In love, it's just the same
I knew one first
By her middle name
But you,
Your face
Is truth
In advertising
I've seen
So very
Little of it
But love
You're truly
The sweetest thing
You are the sweetest thing
In the past, some tried to fool me
Saccharine, decaffinated coffee
Hoping, groggy, I'd not notice the time
Nor the clothes she was still wearing
Disarrayed from the night before,
When she spilled her sugar elsewhere
Then,
With a fixed grin upon her face
She tried to quick peck a scentless,
Tasteless kiss
I've seen propaganda before
I looked at the clock and it was amateur hour
Seems to me
Around every corner
Is a liar
But you,
Your face
Is truth
In advertising
And love
You're truly
The sweetest thing
There's no doubt about it
The Ministry of Truth – is all around us
Around every corner
Is a liar
It seems that way, because it is.
We live in The Age of Lies.
There’s no getting around it.
The Truth – is now the enemy of the age.
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The truth has always been the
The truth has always been the enemy of power. Power is rarely, if ever, honest. And, when so, probably only due to peverbial gun to it's head by a highly vigilant society. At least when we talk about power on a highly centralized scale. Smaller, less centralized societies, in some instances, seem/seemed to have more potential for facing and embracing honesty.
Of course, now, the hate for truth among the ruling class "elite" is empowered to a historic level by what was once merely a wet dream - technologically advanced chains.
Poignant Images
read 3x. A ballad. "spilled sugar" the entire poem pivots around that one fact. The other lines radiate from it. Each reading gave more insight, added layers just as it should. Beautiful lines created in a dichotomous explosion of praise and condemnation. An tempered series of observation. You write irony well.
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~A~
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Thank you so much, Stella. I
Thank you so much, Stella. I thought I had wrote you a response to your flattering thoughts a couple of weeks ago. It apparently did not post successfully. Sometimes, when I am writing, a line or phrase comes about that suddenly begins to connect everything, and the gaps in expression begin to fill. "Spilled sugar" was another case of this, and I appreciate the way you see the rest of the lines radiating from it, because that is how it unfolded for me, as I sat and wrote : )