Lies Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

The lives we share are like clothes we wear,
in shades of black and brown--
blue and green... colors in between...
That certain grin of a circus clown
which passes through every childhood town

We've seen plaids and furs of different types...
thick or thin, strange shapes and stripes--
of Zebra skin, Libra's scale and Tiger's tail--
shell of ancient Trilobite

Neatly put, and full of flight
we long endure to be sure of foot
yet swift as blinding light--
Souls are we-- white and pure, once stars of soot,
held tight in transient microbyte

But nothing's really certain... nothing's ever sure
Beyond this unknown curtain-- is death, the only cure?
What can there be, outside this door...
With all we see, there must be more!
To breathe, I say, is just a lure--
to human eyes, in stark disguise,
to make our hearts explore

So breathe every breath-- even unto death
to think of truth as good-- that might makes right
Hold onto life-- through pain and strife--
'til time draws down its tempered knife

Hold your breath at life's last sight--
'til rising sun of darkest day turns bright as falling night

Hold now death-- just one more breath,
while we leave the murky water, to crawl upon the shore
Now take a breath, and hold back death...
behind the open door