The Perfect Lie

The busy bees keepers of the fruits
They keep care of the nectar and it's juice
Ninety nine, point nine,nine,nine percent
as troy ounce's go, pure silver and gold

An elastic band that stretches then snaps
Back on the one who's hand would wield it
At some one to hurt

It would roll off of ones tongue, as would unbroken water
or drule
It would drip to the floor and stick to the bottom
of ones shoes

These words themselves believe that they are true
Seldom can they convince those words that follow
That they indeed are lies
So in being told over and over become folklore or truth

Within reason or until they are out of season
Unsalted as a meal they are bland
Never made into a big deal or a banquet

But, turned over and over as fallen leafs
By the blowing winter winds that never cease

Where this deception begins and truth ends
No one can tell or at least recall
Is any of it real?

Is life but a dream by the stones in the field?
Have they made us all up?
Or
Is it a drunken bees dream

Filled to the top with nectar from a butter cup
The best lies my friends are
Misdirected and redirected time and time again

By masters of deception; the men in black and gray suits
Some are judges and defenders others they just prosecute

A special place in hell is reserved for them
Even the most pure are but, drunken bees

They leave stingers whenever they land
And they regurgitate sugar coated vomit at best

Send them all away and let the townsmen decide
Oh but dear, God who will hear the case

And what sentence suffices the injured ones taste

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

— Sinbadthesailorman, Aug 14, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

Critiques

yenti

17 years 9 months ago

Busy Bees

Wave on wave of others, that cause others or even us pain, it is them that will have to judge themselves in the end, not for us to be, so we must step to one side, fly with the good bees and do no wrong, have a great day with the flowers that you find in the field of life. A slightly confusing time in there but well written, Yours Yenti

Sinbadthesailorman

17 years 9 months ago

Thanks for reading yenti

I wrote this after the court date of a child custody battle and the reason and acusations and then the adimitance of guilt by the Boyfreind of the ex to one of my children as a disabled man in a bad way I knew I had very little chance to begin with but went and was basicaly slapped in the face but countined to try to find help could not even find Leagal aide I am beging to think it is a scam as well as the court sytems Judges now adays have no "BALLS" and don't deal in justice they all think they are TV stars all of which will be all the more damning come that day Judgment I just confrim the fact as yesterday I was unable to get to court because a friend had an brain fart and shcedual a bussiness deal and left me with no ride talk about Pissed wont be recieving any aid from me for a long time but hence I just saw the child of mine on the way here today and because I the natural Father that had nothing to do with any of the charges that has uspet everyones life I am now not alowwed to see my children without supervision because I missed the court date two are 13 and one is 17 so I am not pursueing any more because a friend has told me to just back off and wait till the kids can decide for them selfs where they want to be I told him I know where they want to be it is my lack of wealth and ability to provide that keeps them from me but after every thing is settled he said the can raise hell the children and basically get the choice to choose this was rushed and written with much anger and much much longer but this is what came of it Donnie/Sinbad I have very little to do with our court sytem but what I have seen pisses me off to no end the courts are one day going to more damage then good it is time we got the real laws back and nock down those politacly correct ones to the floor and stamp them out for good the courts have become big bussiness and nothing to do with Justice

yenti

17 years 9 months ago

Sinbad

It is with heavy heart again, as these things become a way, of not only your people over there but the injustice is here also not just with political correctness but with the way we have lost our lives in that the disipline has been taken away, and as you say the little Gods who seem to think that they must change things, so that their lifestyle becomes less bothered by real life, as they increase their bills and make a farce of the rules laid down by our forefathers. But I think that we will have to carry our own burdens and be sort of happy in the fact that they will have to answer to all the things they have done wrong in their lives. This may sound an easy out for them, but hang on, after this life there is an eternity to consider, I would rather walk with you in that great time, than any of those you have spoken of. Your children will come to you, because they will want to, even if you have to wait a while,but the fact that when they can they will want to be with you, and this should not only be worth a little wait but will mean, well you will feel the meaning of true love, and this will be worth waiting one hundred years. So you just keep yourself in the best way you can, and focus on those days to come. I will cease my utterings and know that you understand in my burbling what I mean about their love and the reason for you to be at your best when that day comes. Yours Ian.T (Yenti)

Sinbadthesailorman

17 years 9 months ago

Yes Yenti In my heart of hearts I know

what is right and wrong fellings are most hard to over come but pray and insturction are about me and I have not faultered yet And with words of wisdom to read and share sucess will be won it is in the getting there that makes the trial the trial and blantant ignorances spark many flames into seeking ones own justice every where of that I am sure poetry is such a release and very theaputic God Bless and great fortunes find you Donnie/Sinbad