LIARS

Liar, liar.
Amidst the fire.
Free supplier-
Simplifier.

Weaving have-not-been's,
To buyers of the the unseen.
Using dirt to clean
Some secret demean.
Seldom even to conceal
The unreal-labelled real.
Before conviction's final appeal.
Before the simple ending deal.

Fear, most- plants the seed,
Sprinkles in silent grief.
And just in the time of need,
Presents a subconscious weed.
Blackened percept,
Sans respect.
Constant suspect,
Futile eject.

No shame, no hope,
No brighter scope.
Perpetual elopes
To ambiguous dopes.
Born during lines of fire,
With several trying to inspire.
Yet, whether by err or desire,
A liar, firstly, is a liar.

-K.G.

GRAYSCALE

Upon a faded, olden page
Had accumulated so much rage,
Of a floral yellow past,
That flew by so gently and so fast.
Like a trained hound—
Chained and bound.
Paying tolls,
Cleaning fishbowls.
Vile imagery— overt and coarse;
Grayscale horizon on April shores.

Since this, till now
When did I take a bow?
Where is the name I made?
What is the part I played.

Be still, my heart;
Don't be dismayed.
We need another start
With a better upgrade.
What has not been
Has no time now,
To be a matter
Of solemn vows.

-K.G.