Poems I Call My Own

THE DECEIVER

Break the mirror, yourself to shards.
Empty illusions, all it shall portrays.
Left to right, each rights, to wrong they go.
Reversions simply, such are one's arts.
Along, the mind it shapes so it betrays.
Of man's sight, i know not, but of man i know.
Every being is perfection on its own design.

A wise man of many words once wrote-
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet".
Never mind the labels but the soul within.

So, I say, pick yourself a pebble to throw.
And stone that sinner, that manipulator.
To never more project false images.
Break that mirror, the disguised deceiver.