Saturday, April 25, 2015

Clumsy Truth


A lie can travel a galaxy 
while the truth puts on it's shoes.
No junk, no soul, no rock and roll
so my spirit sings the blues.
Truth is far from perfect
never simple, never explained
until it's unimportant
because times makes it all change.
We see the past with twenty twenty,
tomorrow is a blind mystery.
tattoos, sun rises, and performances
become my acquisitive history,
The truth is beautiful and dangerous,
and should be handled with certain caution.
Even in the privacy of your own heart,
you never know who's watching, 

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