Masks and Lies

Image Courtesy of Morgue Free Photos © 2016

Masks and Lies

Blaze the spark of early fires

Velvet whispers, deep desires

Muted rapture in the dying light

You are shadows, I am the night.

Don’t listen to the weathermen

They talk about the rain again

Tap your homicidal feelings

Paint the sky upon the ceiling.

But you fall to dust and crumble

In walls of words that tumble

Knowing the liar has no truth to give

And he has to have a lie to live.

No matter where the river flows,

I must follow where my mind goes

Masked by clouds, just out of sight

You are shadows, I am the night.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 27, 2016

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

Vixen With the Telltale Heart

Vixen With the Telltale Heart

Some things are not as they appear,

Her staged moves prey upon your fears.

Her steely glance, a poison dart…

That vixen with the telltale heart.

Bar customers begin to creep

As guitar wails pull you in deep.

Priestly deception, player’s art….

That vixen with the telltale heart.

She cries a waterfall of blame,

Survival is a lonely game.

You’re just her trophy, play your part…

That vixen with the telltale heart.

Some things are not as they appear…

That vixen with the telltale heart.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

November 16, 2014