Im not big on titling the things I write if you couldn’t tell from the earlier posts. I think titles can give false pretenses of what the reader should expect from the poem. Just noting that.

Masterful flaws feed impassable gaps in reason

Leaves fall and rot with changing seasons

Heading no warning leaning toward breathing in silence

Weeding out fallacies can be tiresome, tedious work.

It can hurt, lurking doubts perk ears toward lies

Concrete facts persist behind closed doors

Under floors of more untruth, uncouth in nature

Sitting on paper doesn’t make lies truth.

Inferior fires burn reality on pyres of fallacy

Doubting the premises, missing dillemas

If the pills fake don’t take it

Forsake it

If it’s true embrace it and face it

Despite the pain it may cause.

The say the truth hurts

But lingering lies burn holes

Greater in numbers

 

#2

Abide by the rules

Filling me, grilling me for answers

Strarstuck prancers dancing with demons

Feeding evil, reading lines left unsaid

For the undead rhyme with ped-fed crimes

To the sun brother, miss the moon mother

Wrinkling sounds wrap around, serenity

Passing the torch, eating crumbs from a bigger truth

A better situation, completing lines, fear facing

Embracing the end, my friend

We’ve go time to kill

Lines to spill

Onto paper waiting to be vaporized

In time, be fine, in a prime to guide brides

To misfit matches, missing byzantine dreams