as stopped as the silence after
a crash, you work through
the snow, the pines serious

and watching, you stumble disjointed,
unhealed. The clockwork slows
and suffers the pain of cold water,

for your eyes are shaded in
the ice-light, blue and unforgiving
as the wind gets harsher

away from others
closed to each other
and brooding together

*let's.

I've lived my life in search of the truth
Now I know I've searched in vain
From all I gathered is no truth
But just the truest lies avail

WHO is here, to tell the truth?
Is he the one being fed lies
Or those that carve some lies as truth
Maybe loyalty is the color of truth

If the truth is genuinely our freedom
Why are we still trapped in walls
I guess the truth is history
Or just some historical lies

I searched afresh in the house of God
The only place the truth should abound
Only to find that what they preach
Are the truest lies avail

In my recent search for the truth
I searched relentlessly without
It's not without but just within
The truth is what I say is

Trust and faith are the elements of truth
The claim that loyalists validate
The only ones that know the truth
Are those that see the truth within

philosophy is the bullets of beauty

You love words that bark from the page and bite
The cortex to scattered shredded bits of
Chemistry spanning the human sea of
Thee entire depth and width and sheer height
Of thought foaming to consciousness in i
After i replete with pain imputed
Continuity fable that is dead
Weight forever till dropped from lapis sky
Calm and silent background to all motion
Real or make believe vibrations empty
Form solidifies into the whinny
Of a random horse clomping the streets in
Conditioned captivity with truly
No end to the ignorance but to see

You've degraded someone you cannot even reach the peak of.

You shall perish from this bittersweet world,
By the hands of a lady you've forgotten and didnt know
By a person who seek vengance for what you've done
She's sick of everything up until now.
Realizing that this foolish love is making her stupid head crumble.
Its annoying.

I'm done with worry; I'm done with pain.
All I want is a love that can sustain
my heart, my mind, my soul without complaint;
and bring emotions to blossom without constraint.

My river has become a flood
upon the surface of my heart, and within my blood,
so I have turned and changed my dream
to redirect this living stream

From finding love in a place outside
to discovering the truth that does reside
within the very heart that strives to love
so now I see, it was me I was dreaming of.