lying to the one you loveA Poem by delapruchna.they say (whoever the f**k “they” are) that “honesty is the best policy” & presumably, one assumes (though we should never assume, so sayeth the 7th grade math teachers of the world ---because “assuming makes an a*s out of you & me”) that when speaking in such a manner, the talk is of personal relationships---something we value, something we feel we take part in on a daily basis, something in which we feel we have some sort of control over & hell, that big ol’ work of fiction proclaims emphatically “thou shall not lie,” presumably casting a negative light on any lil’ fib or any embellishment which may seem a bit too extravagant to hold any truth at all---thus making the greatest storytellers of all time, liars & for that fact, depending on how down-to-the-nitty-gritty you get, this makes each & every one of us with out 100% recall when it comes to the memory dept., liars as well, pure & simple.
with that in mind, one not need to listen to Billy Joel drone on, instead we all live as hypocrites, saying one thing & doing another, expecting the one we shown the most compassion to, to return the favor, while hoping that the more powerful entities of the world will do the same--- but before the monstrous piles upon piles of libel manufactured in the world over can come to a hilt, that first little web is spun.
it comes when one convinces themselves that to reveal a certain truth to said loved one would actually do more harm than “good” & the convincing may take hours, it may take days, but in the end, the outcome is the same--- a lie is made.
and every time a lie is made, it gets easier--- though the lies all get filed under the same heading, “things that would have done more harm than ‘good’,” it is the ease of the lying which develops like a cancer, slowly metastasizing until it has spread throughout the body, laying the groundwork for the eventual certain death of said relationship.
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Added on August 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 6, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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