The Art of Lies

For those that haven't known me for an extended period of time, I'm a very unique person when it comes to friendships. Especially if I just met you. Let me elaborate...

There came a point in my life (last summer to be exact) when a friend and I found it entertaining and challenging to manipulate and lie to people. Most importantly though was being able to read reactions and thoughts. It really does become an art but don't get me wrong, we never lied about anything serious. It usually involved simple questions such as my name, my ethnicity, or just a sly sarcastic remark for a rather unintelligent question...

So you're probably wondering exactly how this (cruel) idea is exactly a game...well it's simple. It usually consists of reading the person's emotions/reactions, playing on ideas and then holding the bluff pretending you have the better cards.

Ok it doesn't have anything to do with have better cards...

What it does consist of is usually making a hyperbolic idea sound believable all the while holding a straight face. The one thing you have to be aware of is whether the person is reverse the psychology and pretending to believe you.

So there is a benefit behind all of this, besides the ability to get out of sticky situations...

The ability to read emotions, to be able to understand the way a person processes information, the body language a person gives off while deciphering what to say next opens up a whole new way to connecting to a person. It brings a new perception of being able to understand if there is deeper meaning or story to a simple "Things are pretty good".

Anyways, the days of silly lies are over since it does end up building a reputation when can't tell if you're serious or not. I still use my perception to try to understand people...

Remembrance

An interesting thought came across me tonight. I was reading into the idea of "anti-kingdom" and thoughts about some of the things we honor...well is it actually honorable?

Monuments such as the great pyramids...built by slaves that were tortured, beaten, maimed, and slaughtered if they didn't get their work done. If they didn't meet their quota set by the higher powers. Should we be honoring these monuments?

Clearly they are amazing feats by humans but what purpose did their spilled blood serve? The Pharaohs made these pyramids as a home for their "after-life" and to leave a power feat for others to remember by...but do we want to remember that?

I guess it's a way of remembrance for those who died...and not really a honor for the Pharaoh.

My song

This feeling, the passion inside my heart,
it glows the idea of unconditional love.
This dream of questions asked,
isn't about how your day is,
but about how amazing you are,
how God sculpted you beautifully,
how you became you.

These individualistic gifts I haven't seen,
the secrets to the unseen love in a stranger,
I seek to see all of it.
I want to put together the pieces of God's art.
This is the symphony my spirit yearns to play,
this is the song I will perfom.

Fog

This night was different from the others.
I drove alone as my headlights lit my path,
it was like a dream as the night settled in.
A strange eerie stranger crept in with the night,
covering the earth with a dense coolness,
ungraspable but floating before me.
Lights suddenly appearing ahead of me
revealing itself from behind this stranger,
as others are consumed into the darkness
to far for my eye to see.

Mindset

A part of me has died,
in my heart, in my soul,
a black veil has covered it,
it has captured my courage,
devoured it, ripped it apart
and I'm left wondering
where did she go,
where did my love go?

I will never end my journey,
my love will never cease for you.

I'm a romantic, I promise.

Hidden behind a veil,
this love that none have seen
can only be awakened,
can only be captured,
by the song of a beauty,
by the glance of her eyes.

These symphonies, this beating passion
bestowed upon me by a greater love.
Gently flowing, delicately blooming,
the elegance of my song
has not come to past.
The season is not here,
the time is not right.

My secret, my love
will not be aroused or woken,
until it so desires.
So my dreams will keep going,
as my heart keeps on beating.

First fall of tears...

It was a beautiful night. It really was.

A tear fell...but it wasn't salty or full of sorrow.

It was pure. It was of love. It was to bring restoration.

It was a beautiful night. It really was.

I stood there catching these tears into my hand,

As the heavens cried out and poured their love into the earth.

Life flowed in and around me...

Then it stopped.

Complete utter silence... abrupt stillness.

A peace that radiated into the night...

...as the earth was satisfied with the drink God provided.

And I stood gasping for more.


God spoke to me that night. And it was breathtaking.