fresh liesA Poem by Nickjohnsonjsut what i think about being honest.Honestly honesty is overrated, winds lie when whispering soft melodies Of creation off the breaths of flowers below. Truth is observation in the eyes of nature and her hidden ventures are often frosted with rain in the night. Dew, pierced by light often reveal secluded webs weaved under a symphony of cacophony, that follows being entwined with such deceit. We are taught through hard lessons that it is better to lie and escape than be solemn and punishable. What good does honesty do the mind? It demeans the gifts our God has given us, does it not? To protrude from the pools of existence and be not creative with junctions in life. Let the mind wander, and words float from softened lips that curve around and sing to the limitless nature of the mind. Nature; It’s deceitful.
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