Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

Photo by Morgue File © 2015

Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

The sun bows to you in grand reception,

Falling prey to your charms, walking through fire,

Caught in your wicked web of deception

while you smile… pathological liar.

What’s your excuse, were you dropped on your head

Or pinched by forceps in your great escape?

Unleashing demons ‘til the world has bled;

The bile on your tongue tastes like sour grapes.

Say what you will, for nobody believes

Your rhetoric.  Here’s a word to the wise:

Your crimes are far worse than beggars and thieves.

Your half-truths are the most cowardly lies.

You refuse to live by the golden rule…

But six feet of earth make us all equal.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

October 20, 2015

Tattoo Me

Tattoo Me

In the realm of the mad god

where desperation seems real,

I am a man of a thousand faces

hiding beneath ink and steel.

Self-praise is no recommendation,

for I am a deviant to behold.

You cannot see beneath my skin

where the real drama unfolds.

Years of torture and abuse

hidden away, stripped of pride.

Cut the rope and tie me up,

one hundred lashes, my pleas defied.

Because I am so horrendous,

you shudder and back away in fear.

But you cannot comprehend my pain

and you cannot see my tears.

Cruelty has scarred my heart

as the needle scarred my hide.

Though I’ll never reveal myself to you…

I am still human deep down inside.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

September 6, 2015