That Kind of Lie

Voice of sound and living one…I didn’t want that kind of lie
Recklessly believing what it said, when it entered the room
I held it to the light…and saw through your foolish eyes
To the tomb you created inside your mind
Your mythology of smoke overflowing the air
Blaming everyone else for the pain your talons wear
You came and went…thinking you mentioned tenderness
As your whisperings of a secret, wired all walls and tore the screen door
Out of the sky birds were falling…falling…fell
You raped all trespasses and omissions until they cried
Dignity is a source of pride…your words regergitated
Pushing me to the edge of a nebulous paragraph
which stated...firmly...like an unbalanced slot machine
robbing senior citizens of their social security checks
Like a shiver in the dark without a flashlight
You…always taking golden leaves from my jewelry box
That kind of lie…which cut the grass and burned in July
Sealing your eyes forever like a money collector
And the cell phone you always hide behind
Fear is your diversion…of the dimensions you create
With an illuminated mouth shucking pearls of hate
Bursting the child’s flesh…changing the colors of daylight actually believing you did what was right?
Which covered our heads, reminding me of those times I was drowning
Where where you? Standing in the boat waving and watching
I didn’t want that kind of lie or liked the costume you wore
Who were you, where was the former drug you gave me before?
Scratching me like whiskers…centries old, your words dove
I didn’t like that kind of lie…your mental bureaucracy of justification
which staggered off...in Jamaica, like a thief in the night, lies and excuses
Riping the flesh off my opened hands….leaving the thorns of cactus imbedded, infected, swollen
Needles…lodged in the shoes of the homeless
You are dispicable
repeating proudly, over and over again
'You don't want to mess with me'
Tell me, is that something you're proud of
That fear you use to control people?
That kind of lie..you blame on everyone else