By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Engorged with deceit,
we are often times denied the truth,
blinded by the bravado of self.
we persuade ourselves
to relinquish truth to fear.
Unable to deal with our folly
we fall prey to the lie,
to the pretence that we are above it.
The sadness of this truth,
is so intense that admission
is a torture we cannot face.
In denial, we live a shallow life,
unrelenting and painful,
driven by our own ineptitude.
We are so adept at denial,
we forget that it is,
and learn to believe
our twisted version of reality.
a value often upheld with importance outwardly,
is somehow overlooked within.
We become the puppet of our fear,
the ‘Yes Man’ of our fragile ego.
How sad we are in illusion,
lost to our own intellect,
our ability to deceive ourselves.
How grand a plan,
that God invest in us,
given mind to think,
enough rope to hang ourselves.
I see this greed within me,
this capacity to lie.
I am appalled at my mastery of thought,
that I can know and still hold the lie.
Sometimes I wish God had not given me the choice,
the invitation to cloud my life with trickery.
I pray for release and that I relinquish
my ego, my false will
to see truth unencumbered.
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