The amphitheater of what you want to believe.

The amphitheater of what you want to believe.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

You scare me with your gun held smile held so close.
To your lips are words that don't mean anything and i was to know nothing about this.
Happy and hell are things that are to close together to effect the other.
Sin and salvation are usually used as an end to means.
To which we apply the solvent of a white lie that soon turns black.
To cast a stone rather than to raise face to the sun is to turn your back on the heavens.
So now with a moment to act in the face of a tragedy written by secular actions.
I will tear the blood from my body for the world to have.
Tear down the curtains if you are tired of watching life like it is a play.

© 2008 Lee W. Deason


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Added on February 13, 2008