The lies they tell
Of happieness and glory
Are but untruths
That play and toil with the mind
The unrest begins
Somewhat close to home
Who knows who they are
Or what they've become
The dark place inside
Where the evil aspects reign
Is spreading its influence
Infecting those around
Onlookers wait to see
Want to know of everything
But thier knowledge is hindered
By the lies they tell
I wait only for the one truth
The one that shall set us free
We will be ignorant no longer
To ourselves we shall be true
a coffee friend of mine was reading my poetry in my binder and he got sad because chocolate ice cream should not have a bad image with it... i originally named it thus because i happened to be eating ice cream when i posted it. but for jeremy... all for jeremy... i will change it. :)
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Reviewed by Jeremy
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
I suppose it wasn't a terribly sad poem afterall. I should have read the poem in its entirety before jumping to a conclusion of sorrow. Kind of uplifting really, that is if you think of the one truth that shall set us free being Chocolate Tofutti!
In a near-future Baltimore, an unemployed bipolar journalist and a teenage hacker are the last hope for a dystopian world controlled by a giant media corporation.
The Psychic Dimension, Part II (558 pages) is a collection of 36 sci-fi/paranormal stories and the new work is the companion book to Jay Dubya's The Psychic Dimension.
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