Tuesday, March 31, 2009

What Lies Beneath

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

This world has been plagued with the necessity to lie. There is not solely one you can blame for this. A country created by rapist, murderers, thieves, and liars can only lead to its inhabitants to inherit the same deviant acts and ways of thinking. Either way it is scrutinized, it is a sad realization of the truth. Who can be trusted? Or at least if there is someone to trust, how can one recognize truth? Not to insult anyone in particular, but the naïve mind believes that truth is all around it. There are children that are being rewarded to do so. As early as they are able to speak they display the capability of shying away from the truth. Each time a parent does not wish to speak to the person on the other end of the phone they send their children in to do the “dirty work,” or lie as I choose to call it. “My mommy is in the shower,” as the mother whispers in the child’s ear while smiling. The wrong signal is continuously being sent, and then it is wondered why by the time children are teenagers that it becomes a habit. Punishments become warranted for displaying the lessons they have been trained to perform. Minds are willing to accept what they are told by those in power or those in the media (difficult to distinguish between the two, right?). Newscasters become advisors for the elders. Why is it again that the media has such a dramatic affect on the world? Maybe it is due to the fact that people seem to refrain from watching so much television? It has become as if the media is thinking for us. The truth becomes questioned and lies freely evade scrutiny without a second guess. I ask that you pardon the assumption that I hold the truth, or even the fact that all statements made by the media are lies. I write these words in order for people to read for there to be a realization of the difference between truth and lie. If anything, I challenge you to question before accepting. Do research before inheriting what you hear from others as the truth. I always had the feeling that a mind that does not question is a wasted mind, for I believe all men are to seek answers. If not, then why have the ability to think? The unquestioning mind is a mind being controlled; it has been trained not to think for its self. No one likes being controlled, and if so, I could not imagine why. Lies have a way of creeping out of their hiding places. I believe that they grow to be so massive that there really is no place for them to hide anymore. If you freely endorse “false-knowledge” the teaching of “false-knowledge” will be multiplied. Like I stated previously, I don’t place the blame on anyone, especially if the majority is trying to convince others by providing “false-knowledge” and hope (which needs to be added), but there are truths that may never be found. If you can help it and can realize it, then do so. Yet again I state: In order to find truth one must seek and question; that is why we have minds and the ability to use them.


Lies accepted and truths denied; where did we go wrong? Raised to be honest, at least most of us, yet leaning towards the path of dishonesty. Taking the purest of creation and tainting its little soul with the blood of a snake’s tongue. People live and accept the fact that the world has another soldier of deceit, ear drums beat to the soundtrack of refusing truth, and roles are reversed in the realm of morality. Must one cheat in order to win, or lie to be trusted? If so, then all should be awakened from this dream, for this cannot be reality.

Denying Love

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Alone you are safe, unless a danger to yourself.
Peace is achieved when there is no one else.
You have more time to focus on your needs.
You’re the only critic for how you ought to be.

Alone is not somewhere most prefer to stay;
Sometimes you need to be, it helps you get away.
It’s in the midst of silence that patience is obtained,
And the realization that you experience less pain.

Alone is where you may like to be, yet you can’t deny
The feeling that occurs when you look in another’s eyes.
Sometimes you find comfort in unexpected places.
Sometimes you share love with unexpected faces.

A Missing Piece

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

I left you behind in the darkness, in a cloud.
Leaving you to loneliness where silence is always loud.
I made room for sadness in a heart filled with love;
Leaving you to hurt, pain, and all of the above.
I left you broke and shattered ruining your dreams;
Leaving you to wonder what love really means.
I took away the part that made your life complete—
A soul embedded with happiness because
It shared life with me.

A Thought

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Before I knew your name, and before you knew mine, too;
You looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back at you.

I didn’t know why, but the feeling was so strong.
I’ve never felt that way before; so I thought it may be wrong.

One day, I also thought, “Not long have I known you, so why does it seem
That every night that I’ve slept it was you in my dreams?
Where will I end up if I let you inside?
How much pain will I feel if I tell you goodbye?”

So, I let down my walls and opened locked doors.
The moment you entered, I knew it was meant to be for sure.

So now, why do I want you out? Why do I push you away?
The problem: not for you to solve. The answer: not for you to say.

Am I running from a friend or this person that’s in my heart?
I must admit, there has been some confusion from the start.

But I have to make a decision, which will affect us both in the end.
Not easy saying goodbye to one you love, or a dearest friend.

If I do choose to leave, there is one thing I’ll take with me;
That amazing smile that you gave before we had a history.

Another's Pain

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Tears fall, but not my sorrow.
Heartaches, yet it’s not my pain.
Thoughts formulate, but not for my sake.
A falling soul, yet I can not save…

The hurt is too much to handle
This worrying, I can not bear.
My life, I’ll go on living,
But this ache will always be there.

Words are forever spoken,
Yet ears may not always hear.
Hearts may end up broken,
But love will not disappear.

This cave, I’ve stumbled into,
And I have a torch with me.
But sharing the light with others
Does not mean their eyes will see.

The mind is a self-owned maze,
Unknowingly, you trap yourself.
So it is not an amazing feat
To get lost in someone else.

Rain falls, but not my storm.
These shadows are not my clouds.
I want the rays to shine through
But you will not allow…

Not there when you are lonely
Believe me, I want to be…
That’s when I kneel and pray:
“Lord, fill that space for me.”

There’s nothing quite like pain
Even if it’s not yours.
So this is what I mean
When I say my heart is sore.