She beguiled in inquisitions that bore no truth
I discoursed in ciphers no one sought to solve
I fondly recall in our smoke-yellowed slice of discount heaven
Not a moment of truth disturbed our vaporous sleep
Archive for truth
Till Morning
Posted in Uncategorized with tags art, artist, bliss, creative writer, creative writing, lies, love, memory, stupor, truth, youth on March 28, 2015 by unsensibleZombies again
Posted in Uncategorized with tags creative writing, pedantic, poem, poem of the day, poetry, truth on January 26, 2015 by unsensibleWould you really want the truth, if truth is a thing
And this “thing” truth said with certainty (as we’re sure it will)
That you are an unmitigated asshole?
A liar? A panderer? A ruthless survivor?
Truth is a universal remote
When we don’t like it, we change the channel
“Oh, zombies again”
And click.
Fair and True (A caution)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags art, artist, creative, Fair, liars, lies, not fair, not true, original, original poem, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, truth, writer, writing on October 2, 2014 by unsensibleMay you never know the cold, calloused working hands of a Fair world
An impartial view never seize you by your scruff
Or principled and dangerous never turn dread eyes on you
May you never the horror of the Fair and free, my fair haired child
Or Necessity scrape your soft palms to the hypodermis
Picking agony through connective tissue for subcutaneous Truth
Truth?
Fair is the remorseless predator
A falling of a blade in a machine with no known purpose
Truth is an alien horror hiding deeper than bone
A lusus naturae you never speak to or invite in
Fair comes and goes
Truth permanently resides
Drifting
Posted in Uncategorized with tags belief, Hand, hope, irrational, laughter, lust, madness, mob, moon, nonsense, orgy, pagan, poetry, prose, touch, truth, writer, writing on February 24, 2014 by unsensibleI stake my hopes on the sweet irrational
Ardent faith in the virtues of truths unsullied by facts
Truths are subjective, facts are mortal
Burning offerings to pedants and mendicants
Gabbling madly in the lusty smoke
The gentle breeze of nonsense carries
Intimate laughter of distant chimes
The iridescent white of a moon I can reach
Her light a cool comfort
For cracked lips and fevered passions
drifting rudderless to wayward sleep
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