Mixed Signals

The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.

No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.

The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.

Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.

When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.

Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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