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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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Lies make a poor lamp with which to light the way, Lies will snap the strings that bind each and every day, A liar grows more grotesque as time goes slowly by, A tortured fate awaits the willful soul of those who lie. Like a siren's song that seduce the strongest men, Or a shipwrecked on the shoals by an ill-fated wind, Liars do beguile to breach one's protective shell, Like cobblestone, lies lace the hottest road to hell. What of occasionally casting a trite white lie? Surely such a common thing won't damn a soul to die, To practice such an unholy thing is a baited booby trap, A liar is like an artisan whose sculpture is made of crap. So, stay alert and open to the intrinsic things in life, Save yourself the terrible pain of a liar's years of strife Watch yourselves, my fellow hearts, so easily gone astray, "The truth shall set you free," is more than just an old cliche.
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