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Secret Lies

I watched her
heal all and
was astonished
that such things
could lie
that she could lie
so low and still
noble but I knew
what to do…lie
and wait maybe
just maybe
its fate you know
for those quiet words
to bring peace
for a moments time

So my breath catches
and rather stays
by force
so that I might not
yell out and disperse
such truths
truths that would
otherwise be
secret lies


— theladyblue, Dec 26, 2007

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meic

18 years 5 months ago

He said, “Will you always

He said, "Will you always tell me the truth?" She said, "No, but I'll only tell you the most beautiful lies" He said, "Is that the first, then?" --------------------------- A complex piece, but so compelling Mike Photo: Me, September 7th 2007 - my 66th Birthday. Guernsey, Channel Islands, UK For my own orginal graphic art please visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07
theladyblue

theladyblue

18 years 5 months ago

what you see is what you get

but does anyone ever really look? it can be truely amazing and nerve racking to look deep into your own reasoning and intention...a beautiful lie is just that and nothing more...the truth now thats where things get complicated... thanks so much for your comments!!! "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..." <3 Emarie
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purplemoondoll

18 years 5 months ago

Beautiful Lies

I really enjoyed reading this Emarie. I love the way you have created complexity into such a simple form. Excellent. :-) Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
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paparazii

17 years 3 months ago

walla wonder, what a piece

You did it good. There was once this evil shaman who came to this other village, the peaple knew nothing and he did them to marvel with his astonishing magics--healing and so on and on, he died and they crowned him a legend latter to find that he had left a cave filled with human bones and stollen treasure. See, a lie is the most beautful thing in blind eyes. Really it's you who made me to come with this, though i had never witnessed such thing but i know it had happened. pleasant days and good nights paparazii