![]() From Liar to LionA Poem by Dez H.![]() Writer's Anthem of 2014![]() My girl looked me in the eyes and said “007 you are a liar,” I told her to calm down I am a writer and our kind always
throws gas onto a fire. Giving her tales of a man being born from a Faberge Egg I
explained from crack to crawl, I had to admit when it was over me myself was even in a
state of awe. She asked about the female she heard about with me from just
the other day, I told her she was lesbian and we were on a mission on the
same street she wouldn’t even go my way. She said Dubb I know you well when you lie you change; you
have a certain facial dimple, I responded with mathematical cerebral political particulars
that made even a genius seem simple. We writers we maim, we love, we kill, we slay dragons with a
dull pocket knife, But put us to the test and we come out victorious and until
my death bed I’ll put that on my life. I told her tales of old associates, old comrades, and threw
in my very first enemy, Even went back years ago with some miscellaneous s**t back
when the Prez was Kennedy. I knew she was on her potion it was always very clear whenever
we never seen eye to eye, But on certain levels she was right but more she was wrong
as she tried to make this writer’s mind die. We agreed on mutual terms letting bygones’ be bygones’
because at the end of any great story true love prevails, Look her in the eyes, give her a hug and kiss then telling her
that she is the wind in my sails. I’m an Agent of Life but still just a mortal adjusting to
every day atmosphere of my being, But what we what we write we write and what say we say it’s
all in the manner our seeing. Long life to the being with the gift to bring existence from
just a thought, Every day I Light up life
then put my ashes out on what the riches man has bought.
007. © 2014 Dez H.Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 25, 2014 Last Updated on February 25, 2014 Author![]() Dez H.Indpls., INAboutTo the man with an ear for verbal delicacies- the man who searches painfully for the perfect word, and puts the way of saying a thing above the thing said- there is in writing the constant joy of sudd.. more..Writing
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