White Lies

White Lies

White Lies

 

“I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.” – Pietro Aretino

I’m going to the well again.
Oh well, again.

It’s hard to begin
to explain
the strain
that society has put on humanity again.

When nine-year-old brown eyes
slowly look up at me,
capillaries exploding with dubiety
and inquisition,

my mind melts and freezes –
a verbal stroke stumbles sleepily out of my stupid mouth.

Seven-year-old green eyes
quickly look up at me,
and asks if everything is okay
in innocence and ingenuity.

Another verbal stroke followed by
convulsions of the heart.

It’s hard to begin
to explain
the strain
that society has put on humanity again.

Through my mental seizures
I question why these eyes
are viewing these reddened
and blackened skies,
and if I should just hug them
with little white lies.

White
Lies.

White Lies.

White lies beneath all of this rubble
of black, yellow, and red stones.

Foundations of our society –
cornerstones of humanity.

White lies beneath all of this demolition.

Demolishing this beautiful landscape
we call life.

White lies decapitating discerning discourse.

What happens when we can no longer sit down
and listen to the traditions of our fellow humans
and learn from their experiences
and learn from their pasts
and learn from their presence?

It’s hard to begin
to explain
the strain
that society has put on humanity again.

What happens is that we begin to notice our differences –
and we become frightened.
We tell White Lies.

We lie.

We lie down in the face of diversity
for the sake of uniformity.

We have to stop lying.
We must stop lying.

Too many people are dying.

Those eyes,
those eyes
I have to look at
every day –
every night
would fill with fright.

They would fill with dread.
They wouldn’t understand why everyone was dead.

How do you explain to these precious eyes
why friends are becoming harder to come by?

Someone that you have known for years
may no longer know you.
Someone that you have loved for many years
may no longer love you.
Someone that you have held for years
may no longer hold you.

They have been blinded by the mephitic mess
left by the White Lies.
These white lies prey on your pray.

It’s hard to begin
to explain
the strain
that society has put on humanity again.

What I’ve decided is to look those eyes in the eye with my eyes.
Hug them with my eyes.
Soothe them.
Warm them.
Love them.

Teach them about history.
Honestly.
With all the sadness.
With all the White Lies.
With all the plain truth.

Teach them about humanity.
Honestly.
With all the sadness.
With all the White Lies.
With all the plain truth.

Teach them about friendship.
Honestly.
With all the sadness.
With all the White Lies.
With all the plain truth.

Teach them.

I’ve gone to the well again.
Oh well, again.

It’s hard to begin
to explain
the strain
that society has put on humanity again.

But, I will begin.
I will make it my responsibility to teach my eyes
how to see
humanity
and all the glory it could be.

Please to enjoy.

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