FREE ESSAY ON DECEPTION

DECEPTION

Dealing with deception
The One:
As the dark figures enlarge through the thick fog,/
He walks towards them,/
Alone and sheltered overhead. /
Slowly paced, and soggy footed, he arrives./
He is unable to speak or think straight./
As he slowly lowers his head something catches his eye./
He peacefully stares;/
Stares at the beautiful flowers./
The flowers he and his wife planted along their fence./
He could still remember the aching pain of his sore, /middle aged back,/
The smell of his wife's worn out, one-size-too-small /gloves as he took them off for
her,/
And watching the huge red sunset as they held each /other in their aching arms./
They made love that night./
From that day on he knew she was the one./
That was a beautiful day, he thought./
A loud morn awakens him from his daydream./
He forgets where he is for a while, but soon remembers./
He still cannot believe what is happening. /
To him it seems unreal./
Still with his head down, he is afraid;/
Afraid to look,/
Afraid of what he might see./
Confused, he begins to wonder./
He searches for an answer. /
He had not accomplished what he had planned./
As the man with the white collar speaks, he looks up./
Still somewhat sceptical of the spectacle,/
He is afraid;/
Afraid to listen./
He is afraid of what he might hear./
Still with his confidence, he awaits;/
Awaits for the name of inevitability./
Out it comes./
A name which he remembers to have known his whole life./ 
A name which he cared so much for./
A name which he stood by, through thick and thin./
A name which he called his own./
He wants to feel sad but is curious./
He wonders who cared./
He looks up,/
All in black,/
Except for the one in red./
tIGHT aSS:
Fender, was its name./
Guitar strings, was its game./
"You know the ones in the black pack?"/
"I'll get them when I get back."/
All I needed was the last string/
So I can play and I can sing./
"Yes, yes" she said/
"I'm going out. I'll buy this thing."/
Monday night she went out/
She had to go that way too!/
She came back early,/
With a pack of blue./
"Bring then back!"/
tHE oLD mAN wHO sCARED mE wHEN i wAS lITTLE
I went outside to play that day, /
With my mom by my side, by the way./
I slid down slides and played on swings;/
Every time, I played with those things./
On a bench to my right/
I saw a man, old but bright./
He had skin that seemed like brown construction paper,/
And hair as white as snow./
He had these dreamy eyes;/
But why, I'd like to know./
He seemed so helpless wearing that old man hat,/
And that red flannel shirt that made him look fat./
I wondered what he was doing there./
I wondered what was going through his mind/
When I got a water gun,/
And wet him from behind. /
Before my very eyes/
He got up and said/
"Grandson. /
You're dead!"/
He then chased me around,/
Like a fun little fray./
Slowly gaining on me like a tiger on its prey./
I could stand no more so I had to say, /
"Okay, okay!"/
We stopped running and turned to each other./
Red now replaced his brown paper face./
With sweat pouring down his cheek he said to me,/
"In a race, you would win first place!"/
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