The Truth Will Come Out

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The truth will come out
No matter how smart your suit
The dapper gentleman smirks
While the intelligent man remains mute
You can add all your security details
But the shadows know how to silently hide
You can announce your own loyalties
But you’ll never truly know who’s on your side
The night is behold to nothing tangible
So, keep your secrets & allow them to theirs
You are stronger than they care to acknowledge
Keep a weather eye ahead; don’t meddle in their affairs

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Please Lady, Don’t Fall For Me

Please lady, don’t fall for me

I’m really not that great of a guy

Pleading, upon a skinned knee

I can see genuine desire in your eyes

But I don’t know how much is true

I cannot give you any more

I’m not man enough for you

Besides, these loins are spoken for

Pompous, pretentious, false

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Pompous, pretentious, false

Your split tongue dripping with lies

You’ve already wasted enough time

Loyalty fallen apart after too many tries

Run along now, chase after your girl

Your visual world shown to be broken & fake

Never found something from the heart

You never did anything if it wasn’t for your own sake

I gave you my heart & you broke it like the enemy

Year after year, your friendship grew rotten

Good luck living this life without anything real

Don’t worry about your friends, you’ll soon be forgotten

Something Noble

Sally came to her Advanced Writers class that evening without much inspiration. The winter semester was headed toward finals. The stress kept building upon her. There had not much time to write lately. When she had wanted to write, she found the well was dry.

She was a junior at the University. A notebook could always be found in her bag. Sally had a habit of trying to write down any interesting thought she came across. She had been keeping faux-diaries since she was a little girl. Sally was shy about her writings before she met like minded people at school here. Now, she was cautiously open about what she was capable of writing.

Outside was bitter and cold. The snow hadn’t been cleared from the streets that afternoon. Everyone was walking carefully, if they went out at all. She wore her ancient clunky Docs an old boyfriend had bought her years before. They provided decent traction on the sidewalks.

She removed her coat and hung it on a hook at the top of the auditorium. She wore a light sweater and leggings with a scarf around her neck. Sally would be considered pretty once you took the time to look at her. She had a slightly nerdy appearance. She tried to look attractive without wasting too much time on superficial endeavors.

This class was her favorite of the week. She tolerated the rest of her schedule to be able to sit here and listen to Dr. Fitzgerald. As the class went on, she sat mesmerized. She had come to this school to learn from her favorite poet. This was her dream come true. She awkwardly smiled as he spoke.

“No matter what anyone tells you, you can’t teach poetry. You can only encourage someone to feel onto the page.”

She scribbled that quote into her notebook. Class had ended as Sally was putting her belongings into her bag. She noticed the professor was the only other person left. She took a deep breath and approached him.

“Can I buy you a drink or a coffee, Professor? I’d really like to talk about some of my writing.” Sally bounced nervously as she spoke.

“No, my dear, the Missus is eagerly waiting for my return.” And with that he limped off, down the corridor . He used an old shillelagh as a cane. She just smiled as she watched him. There was something noble about that man.