“Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lend not your ears to lies
Look out for tells and tics
The ears hear artifice
Eyes can read lies on lips
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The lies on lips display
Like carnivorous plants
Dripping cult-brand kool-aid
On combustible pants
The truth is always an insult or a joke, lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone’s comfort.
Flagrant lies on lips flare
Like glaring truth profaned
Fire whirlwinds of hot air
He who has never been deceived by a lie does not know the meaning of bliss.
Lies of excessive size
Oft repeated and cheered
Read the lips, roll your eyes
Lest lies deceive your ears
I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
―Ursula K. Le Guin
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Thank you, Saania, for your views and words.
Coming from a fellow perfectionist journeyer
in the world of language containing an excess
of words which are not nice, yours are poetry.
“Our world isn’t made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.” –Tom Robbins