what isn’t so

what isn’t so is there to see
awash in our humanity
the fabled price we’ve come to owe
the distance we have left to go

amid the many lies and smears
the finger paints of hands unseen
the manacle that holds us down
the last drop in the old canteen

i wish that what was never there
was always where it never was
but noble lies are still just lies
and truthful is as truthful does

the splattering is in full phase
the course: spaghetti bolognese
but some won’t eat or eat but slow
filled up with all
that isn’t
so

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

13 thoughts on “what isn’t so”

  1. Your poetry for some reason reminds me of another poet writer I follow. He hasn’t blogged for a bit though. I had to read it twice and this is what my mind latched on to…bull shit!!!! ahahahaha.BS in all it’s many forms. Sometimes we are fed so much of that, it’s hard to see what is for what it really is…sometimes we won’t ever see it because always three sides to the story..yours, mind and then the truth. Add the fourth one and you get an awesome confuzzlement ..the fourth being the truth as seen or perceived by others.

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              1. omg…7000 posts????? Damn. I guess for some people you need that anonymity for particular reasons. I’m really sorry to hear that you lost all those posts..however…the talent and gift of storytelling and words you have won’t ever go…you carry that within you…for another 7000 +++++ posts and more!

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