The Vineyard Of Tongues

It’s unseen amid the many landscapes

dwelled as the various layers of life,

but the grapes of gossip grow

steadily and have no single season.

 

How one word of lurid fabrications

becomes like a match of slander’s flame,

spreads so quickly with dirty tints,

until consumes any honor,

lost is the fabric of truth

as it is replaced by the wine soaked prada

of defaming purple garments.

 

Doesn’t take long to have it clothe

an army of listeners

who accept the lies and slanderous stains,

which can take stardust

and make it seem like toxic waste.

 

Never does it draw

any weave to wear over the mind

that is the least be closer to the facts

than not wearing anything at all.

 

Even though it might look gay and happy

from the feel of those tainted fermented threads,

they never actually fit right,

always leave you uncomfortable

from the awareness they are so artificial in quality.