Soon, you will be drowning in lies masquerading as truths.
Vern Bender
Soon, you will be drowning in lies that are masquerading as truths. The task of sorting out the falsehoods surrounding you, with their complex variable content, will become insurmountable. Some expert liars can deceive themselves. The evil of false words can not be denied. The corrosiveness of lies dissolves trust. The Pharisee’s show-off prayer falls on deaf ears. Today, the intention of deception is out of control. A habitual falsifier is a distorter of the truth. Liars want to push you into the abyss of despair and let you wallow there. Don’t allow lies into your life. Rebuilding a shattered trust is an arduous task. Lost confidence is not easily found again. Free to choose, but choose wisely if you insist on trying to rebuild lost trust again.
COMING OF AGE IN THE CURRENT CENTURY.
America is raising a newly minted generation of fools. Self-adsorbed arrogance is everywhere. Unearned self-regard is a hallmark of this useless generation. Their narcissistic existence is a silent scream for unwanted help. Their endless stream of selfies is proof of that. Their self-built walls shut others out but to no avail. When they think this time is different, the fade sets in. Fade away always prevails.
Beginning again is the painful part.
How does it feel to be walking around in the crowd, and your visibility can’t be easily found? You don’t look so proud anymore; your talk is not so loud anymore, and your strut is gone. The time that is in the past will never be reevaluated for you.
The understanding of reality depends upon your point of view. The future is a prediction, and now doesn’t last all that long. The arrow of time is asymmetric; it keeps you in the now. You may or may not be included when the next now shows up. So, as they say, be here now. Don’t dwell on old memories, something new always comes along. Give your current now the attention it deserves.
More than a few women and many men practice their tear-down game on you. Techniques vary, but the aim is the same. They win, you lose, and their purpose is valid. Their reasons are many, but the intended results are identical.
Rage against the night until the morning light breaks up the darkness. The night fades away into the onslaught of the day. Tattered love also will fade away, floating into the waters of oblivion.
Time passes in the stealth of silence. The illusions of reality are always upon you, even when you look away. Ephemeral convictions never return to bother you again. Besides, they mattered not; you had overvalued them at the beginning.
Introspective passivity never turns into anything useful. It mostly devolves into sadness and sorrow. Clarity will never show up because introspection doesn’t go there.
BURNING BRIGHTLY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE FOREST’S NIGHT.
FRAMING THE SYMMETRY OF THE NIGHT’S BLACKNESS UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT COMES SHINING THROUGH TO REMOVE THE NIGHT’S DARKNESS. THE FOREST ONCE AGAIN SURROUNDS YOU. ALL OF YOUR SECRETS ARE AGAIN IN PLAIN SIGHT. THE OPEN DOORS ARE CLOSING IN ON YOU. YOU ARE BACK ON THE INSIDE, LOOKING OUT AT THEIR POINT OF VIEW. UNTIL THEY TURN THEIR BACKS ON YOU. ISOLATION IS YOUR CONSTANT COMPANION. YOU CAN ONLY WAIT FOR THE MIDNIGHT HOUR TO BEGIN THE PROCESS AGAIN.
