Pile of Lies

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020

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i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen


drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden


drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies


scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit


astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies



as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…






Clock…

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hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers

spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity

grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock... 

                   -o0o-