If I Sang a Tune of Lies

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40° 7' 7.446" N, 74° 44' 22.4124" W

If I sang a tune of lies,
would you be pleased?
If I sang a sweet tune of lies, like a song hidden with darts and knives...
I would have you all deceived.

Playing ping pong with faces to make myself at ease.
Playing ping pong through mazes that would confuse identities.
To all who choose to believe that these words are not  
spoken to the reflection of me-
The very eyes I see are a total recall of the essence of what we could potentially be.

A war ship lost at sea caught in a whirlpool with ammunition,
but no land to make use of a transition into a battle to be fought,
instead of one that halts- in confusion ,
spinning & spinning with no resolution to this allusion.

Where are you in this battle when you have yet to fight?
When the living water that trickles down from an overflowing cup, is wasted on wet soil. Where is the light that constantly overflows your cracked cup,
but never gets poured into another's mouth to take a drink,
because you use it instead to fill an empty pool,
to swim in?

Blink your way back to reality, because this is not a dream.
It's a sink called life that get plugged in at times because we get caught up trying to wash away other people dirty dishes-
another false role to play in a reality of false tunes sung by a dysfunctional body.

Another clot that slows the flow of living water to other vessels,
so that we can plant a seed.
Instead of focusing on other people's grime,
without pulling our own weeds.
   
The game is simple, but since we chose complex
we loose the bet
that was given with instruction, but again and again we shun those who don't fit inside the box we outlined.

If you can't be labeled within the norms created by imperfect,
cracked cups that are suppose to be delivering water to dry soil- then your out.
Out of the carefully drawn line
with a dry throat , and a dry state of mind.

With Bitterness towards those who stick their noses up high not comprehending why.
For it's the same tune that everyone sings, but because it is sung differently selections are made
and if your not what they want-
you are out of the production originally made for you,
but this play is corrupted.

What makes someone worthy of acceptation? The question re-phrased is what makes someone worthy of rejection.
Come away with me, and let us sing a tune that was created before all the hypocrisy and hatred.
Come away and let us create a new definition on what it means to love thy neighbor as oneself.
   
A love that creates and resonates instead of dissolves what was never ours for the taking.
A love that truly loves like Christ, and leaves us labeling less.
A love that embraces more before our clogs causes a list of amputations
instead of allowing our limbs to function at full potential that prevents the disguise
of a tune of lies.  

By: Laurie Boyd

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