Joe Graves

Rookie (may 02 1977 / new orleans louisiana)

The Lie - Poem by Joe Graves

There is a lie
a lie that lives
that has been fed and guided into its own life
it has blood and viens
it is a lie not by action
but by inaction
through indifference
it is fed upon but is empty as a rotton corpse or brown grass
we are shaped and guided and told what is real
from our beginings to our last day we speak to the lie
it holds us with an invisible leash
and we embrace the leash
we love the lie
we will kill for it
or be killed
we will love for it or not be loved
we will believe or not be believed in
bleed or be bled, feed but not be fed
told that it is the only way and there is no other
made to believe as if natural
to defy logic and defend blindly
a force that cannot be seen wthout human prescence
born into
but why?
for whom?
the invisible.
invisible but everywhere at once. omnipresence of imagination and action.
force of hand. force of mind.
prisoners of guilt. made to walk a line.
not to be questioned. No room for doubt.
and death to the soul of those who find out.
It is a lie, that must be told
to keep all of humanity from being so cold.
mental chains and physical boundaries
a counterfiet existence that must be lived to maintain order.
the only way.
the only light.
the only Lie.

Comments about The Lie by Joe Graves

  • Romeo Della Valle (12/27/2009 8:43:00 AM)

    Joe, the lie will always be uncovered whenever the truth appears, only time will tell...Once the mask is removed the real face, can clearly be seen...well penned, keep it up! you are in the right site and you got the youth and talent and plenty to prove the whole world....Happy New Year! 10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009

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