Weight of silence

 

When one lie breaks

Give me a story, tell it me true, just make it big and blue. 

Now give me a red one, to make them rue, let me feel they gots their due. 

Oh narrate a green tale, about a good crew, a song of how gooder I do. 

But then a yellow narrative, of dying virtue, a ballad of woe and woo. 

Just keep them coming, move stories through, dazzle my ears, but it must be new! 

Whatever you do man, don't you ever construe, to tell me the truth man, or we'll come for you!

Spin me a yarn, of gold and of light, where heroes stand tall in the fight. 

Weave me a tale, of shadows and night, where villains lurk out of sight. 

Craft me a legend, of silver so bright, where justice prevails in the right. 

But never reveal, the truth in plain sight, for fear of the mob's might.

When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace. 

In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.

Paint me a picture, of lands far away, where dreams and reality sway. 

Tell me a fable, where morals decay, and innocence leads us astray. 

Sing me a saga, of glory and fray, where legends are born every day. 

But hide the truth, come what may, for honesty's price we won't pay.

When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace. 

In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.

So give me a story, in hues bright and true, But never the truth, or we'll come for you. 

In the land of tales, where fiction is king, The truth is a perilous, dangerous thing.

Tumbling handily

 

Wisdom is scant

 

Embrace the strange

 

Ballad of Dapper Dan

In the quiet town of Spring Rock, 

'neath the moon's pale light, 

Stood a jailhouse old and lonely, 

on a restless night. 

Dapper Dan, a fisherman, 

with a heart so grand, 

Found himself behind those bars, 

by a cruel hand.

Old Bitty's pie went missing, 

from her window ledge, 

She wagged her finger at the sheriff, 

standing by the edge. 

A little girl did hear her, 

on her way to school, 

By lunchtime, Dapper Dan 

was branded as a fool.

Rumors spread like wildfire, 

tales of woe and dread, 

Each retelling darker, 

filling hearts with lead. 

From a pie thief to a villain, 

the stories grew and grew, 

In the vigilante state, 

the truth was far and few.

The sheriff and his deputy, 

they knew the man was true, 

Held him in the jailhouse, 

to protect him from the posse's view. 

The townsfolk gathered torches, 

with tools in hand they came, 

Seeking out their justice, 

in a fiery, angry flame.

Dapper Dan was fishing, 

when he should've been at work, 

Now he faced the wrath of townsfolk, 

in the shadows they did lurk. 

His fate hung in the balance, 

as the night grew cold and dark, 

The vigilant state of justice, 

left its cruel and lasting mark.

Rumors spread like wildfire, 

tales of woe and dread, 

Each retelling darker, 

filling hearts with lead. 

From a pie thief to a villain, 

the stories grew and grew, 

In the vigilante state, 

the truth was far and few.

So remember, dear listener, 

as you hear this tale unfold, 

The vigilant state is peace, 

but the vigilante's heart is cold. 

Dapper Dan's fate is hanging, 

in the balance of the night, 

In the shadows of Spring Rock, 

where wrong is taken for right.

Soul Diodes