Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell

Poems on Sunday

Possible

You had the warning

And you closed your ears

You wanted love

Instead, you got tears

From your own eyes

They fell, silently was your cryies

You could go,are stay

Make a decision,either way

Love shouldn’t be an obstacle

Should you go…. possible