The truth about lies is in our eyes, it’s in our hair, it is in our bodies inspired by, touching us everywhere her in lies the festival of lies
Art blends and synergizes a synthesis of threads weaving truth with lies and lies with truth not know who’s truth or story is being told
Censored Art is not a lie but truth revealed in creative display
True Art is truth with a splash of lies beautifully distorted with a personal view
Lemons or propaganda is a lie celebrated when truth is designed in the form of art
There is always the lie in confidence of how to walk or where to dine what to say when you are drinking wine
We all find time to give honor to the festival of lies
Do you even know when I am say, Yes, I LOVE YOU?
Am I really saying No I don’t
Is it the house or your religious beliefs that trickle the truth out about the pastor, is he the thief?
Mr. Master, Honorable, Constable, Lover of Friends
When will the lies we lead come to an end
Shuttle, Explorer or Aero plane, How much truth do we tell before a lies slips in again?
How much truth is said in what you say?
Or am I your brother or am I too heavy?
The truth about loss is really the gift
And a Kiss is a picture painted on your lips, not worth a thousand words,
It is a stolen moment in time, a little truth mixed with a little lie.
Written by (Nicole) Autumn Reign in response to a community gathering around Festival of Lies