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THE TIME OF DAY

With disdain Dad would say,

“I wouldn’t give him the time of day.”

Want the time of day?

Some would never deign 

to give it to you.

I’ll give you the time of day.

It is time to explain 

that everyone lies.

They lie in bed and play

with lists of all they will do.

They start each day with lies

to themselves which eschew

their human frailties, and rise

to fail, but never admit

they are but lesser gods.

This is too much reality  for some

whose narcissism trods

the boards in life’s grand play.

We ignore lies with civil display

of nods and winks and handshakes.

Even liars have money to spend.
We dare not let them get away

with dodging truth and yet we do.

Why pass up the chance

bleed them dry and get some dough?

Or the votes of those who believe 

their lies, told so often truth all blends

into nonsense which makes us  

jump on their bandstand

and play their false tune.

Everyone lies we tell ourselves.

So what? Just do not pay attention

and we will be fine. 

Lies told often enough will

become the party line

and trap all who refuse

to admit the lie itself is the ruse.

The trick is not to believe the lie,

nor tune out from lies’ refrains

repeated on media outlets

until their bloodied stains

darken our ability to see

the truth which could

have set us free.

The trick is to stay tuned in

and search for facts

that disclose the sin.

Then ask for forgiveness

for the lies we told throughout the day.

So we can sleep the sleep of newborns,

awakened to a new world

where truth is explored

and lessons learned

that we may grow up in reality.

This is that time of day for me.

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THE REAL COUP D’ETAT

I missed the windows today.

The blinds are closed.

Caught inside myself.

Blinds drawn against the sight

of growing night

despite the dawn

of disclosed truths

in public hearings

which left me in tears.

The news is not new.

We all knew it 

if we had been watching

or listening

or caring.

Hiding in plain sight

is a criminal’s defense

to guilt

when repetition

gone unpunished

becomes mundane

or is so raw

that some pretend

the windows are not dirty,

not in need of washing clean.

Pretending night is all there is.

Pretending night is enough

to see by.

Who needs light?

Continuing in darkness

leaves us all blind.

Soon, there will be no need

to close the blinds.

We will all be left

in the dark.

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