Tuesday, September 2, 2008

trois vérités. (three truth.)

i know your secret, I know your shame.
I know how you play the game.
The rebel child is little girl lost,
and the lost lost little girl now a rebel with a cause.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Is it the girl with the blood red skin,
or the girl that says ne'er a bigger sin?
Is it the one who couldn't get saved,
or the one who got saved, who's the truest of them all?
the war is over, screamed the last battle call.
Ne'er was there a bigger skin, better off dead.


The pain in da vinci's brushstrokes are no more evident than your self gain.
The makeup disguise holds fair.
But with your mirror as your wishing well,
tossing those pennies were a fail.
The cracks and wrinkles will one day show,
but tell us, what does your mirror already know?
Its not a smile, but a frown.
Mona Lisa, I know you well.


Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Thats what the children all say.
Ray, a drop of golden sun, sounds the music.
His lies no longer silent,
but it is your burning screams which are deafening.
More than his middle name, it gave us life.
Get too close, you would turn to ashes and fall down.
Disinigrated are the pockets full of posies.
Forever the odd one out,
it was I the goose bestowed upon.
Our childhood permeated by smog,
wasn't enough to fill the belly of the big bad wolf.