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How the people lie
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How the people lie |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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(Just a ramble after a sleepless night) Once upon a time it finally came to pass that a lady of class called “me” came to live over here from way over there simply and only to see how all of the people lie. Some curl up in a foetal pose comfortable in their denial while others flat on their backs tempt fate to do what it likes. Then there are those who turn away in avoidance of the limelight but still in the mix are the perfectly calm who breathe to a steady beat while those who are geared for sadness waste time wiping tears from their eyes. Perturbed she was by perceived restlessness that harnesses power at night and tosses some of the gentler kind between opposing outlooks until they make up their minds … but she grew weary watching and waiting for the next indecisive move. The bombastic and outright pompous claim left and right ownership rights while the innocent fall to the floor dismayed by the force of it all. The strong and courageous brave the elements and sleep above life’s machinations while the timid and shy merely sigh in a rhythm befitting their lives. Some don’t sleep but always can lie and that’s the most dastardly kind but the liars who sleep are a mystery to those with inbred honesty. Some get ready and assume positions while others get lost in fantasy land to dream and believe in fairies and “me” until everything goes up in smoke. The schemers and dreamers are maybe the same with faraway looks in their eyes but it’s hard to say when clouded their view to the most definitive and loudly acclaimed common old here and now. The willful, obnoxious, disgruntled, and peeved, transfer opinions from nasal passages onto a once peaceful sleeper until the sleeper becomes the sleepless and draws up and kicks out, draws up and kicks out, yeah, yeah, draws up and kicks out, but it’s always and only the sleepless who find themselves out in the cold shaking hands with shivering bones. And that’s how the people lie until daybreak brings on a smile and everyone smiles because, you see, it’s written in code somewhere in a soul that all human beings must smile … especially after a lie! Helen / 10 June 2005 |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
BRAVO!!! How well you capture the truth of it...A powerful insight...*hugs* |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Unfortunately so true but it takes all kinds of folks to make this world go around. It keeps the honest ones on track!  Good ramble. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Startime and Mysteria for the read of my ramble. And we can't say life is boring with all those different types about but sometimes, just sometimes, wouldn't it be nice if we could know beforehand which category they fall into? |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
It would be nice if they had to wear a sign designating the level of their expertice...James |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The bombastic and outright pompous claim left and right ownership rights while the innocent fall to the floor dismayed by the force of it all. My favorite part~~  M |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
this was great and so close to home. i am so sick of liars, and of being lied about, somttimes it gives me strength to move on, other times, like lately, you just give up, i left a year ago, lying being a justified thing as all issues and wrongs were directed at me so no one had to deal with anything, well a year later, after a son had moved back in after being evicted for the 4th time, and living in filth ane neglecting his kids, we said ok, for three months, well it was a nightmare, his dad believes his lies, he can do no wrong, it had to be me, any way a year later, theres barely a house left, totally trashed by him, i have not much of anthing left as he trashe it so i would leave and he could do as he pleased. wel dear old dad now want me to returen as i am the one who has issues with this kid, and thats why all is a mess, and he cant do any thing, as his alcoholic a** does no wront, and the crack head kid has done all damage because of me, not them fighting all day and nite, we i said no, father needs to grow up and be a dad, deal with him soboar and teach him by showing resposibilites nad respect. oh no, i have to take care of it, no way in hell would i deal with another liar, they can suck the life right out of you. sorry for venting so long. but my life sucks because of liars. My spirit will rise |
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