The devil to me is anything contradictory of the notion of love. Call that, wrap that, in any fashion you may incline. That’s the real devil to me.
The real evil untold; buried like an elephant in your bedroom. Where ever that is in your head. I hope it heard you. I hope it reminds you. To rewire you. You must have heard me by now.
People don’t have to lie to you before you know it’s a lie. It’s written in their eyes. And; their souls told you so. Your heart heard you loud and clear.
That’s why they tell you love is a boy or a girl. Coloured, east or west. Has wings or horns. I’m not sure about that. It may order but it does not always augur. Right or wrong.
Truth. Whose is it anyway?
Dear God. To another year wiser. And older ..’ Only once darling. My truth. This truth. Hope you found yours. Unlike any other day. Happy birthday to me.
No religion. Not today. I just wanna dance & party. Let’s go. The town’s red already with glad rags ..’
By Anthony Everest
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