The Liar

A book of tales,
concealing truth in
a fabrication after fabrication
of unrealities served on
a silver platter for
breakfast, lunch or dinner;
however the mood strikes
while elaborating certainties,
assumed identities before
the clock strikes twelve.
This life less lived, for
genuineness –
difficult to find,
as bridges are burned
in a mockery of bon fires
raging against the souls of many
who once believed eagerly.
                    He looked so sincere.
                    His conversation so assertive
                              and convincing…
Sneaking, like a snake slithering on the ground,
the liar mingles through people,
paying careful attention to the more gullible,
while feeling no remorse for his schemes,
nor does shame stop the cycle
of make-believe slowly wrapping deceit
around the minds of his prey, squeezing tightly,
and when exposed, he flees rapidly-
never looking back to review the damage.

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