Hunger to make sense of the nonsensical tore through my mind.  Searching for a truthiness that was null because they said it was.  Not able to be possessed.  ‘Twas Laid before me a plate of maggots to eat.  Smell of rottenness, the foul stench of a bandwagon.

I looked up for the Sun and they pushed my face down.  My intellect tried to reason and so I was labeled; “ist.”  “Cast your eyes downward and agree” they bellowed belligerently.  Agreement is always truthiness as long as you agree with the approved.

But I was not moved, though the mob pressed in upon my flesh with angrily flashing blue checks.  Their ire raged at the prospect of dissent.  You must believe the right beliefs, the pure beliefs, the approved beliefs.  To stray leads to your demise and of that we will ensure.  

You see, YOU are the source of all truthiness.  Your hate is pure hate.  Holy hate.  Your “ism” is pure and holy.  A neo-ism.  A neo-ism that is unlike your isms because your isms are impure and unholy.  Not approved.  Void of truthiness.

I reeled at the contradiction.  My stomach cramped and my thoughts raced.  “Nothing is objectively known.  Nothing is true unless I say it is.”  But what I say is not approved so it’s a lie and untrue.  Unapproved.

I sensed the absolute quandary.
They drove me from the money changer’s table in the foyer of the temple.  Their righteous indignation raged against my impurities and lack of truthiness.  I was diseased of mind.  A ***** screaming “unclean!” to the holy and clean masses to prevent their corruption.

They hung themselves on the cross of my indignation.  My inability to gobble down the foul plate of maggots that they placed before me.  Unconvinced of it’s pleasant odor and deep flavor that was not.  Because they said it was.  Although it was clearly not.

“Do you not see our righteousness?  We are Pharisees.  Our father was Abraham, but he was not.  And we don’t believe in your lying religion or even in our own,” they said.  “But you must submit to our infallible religion because it is holy.  It is pure.  It is approved.”

“Because you people believe that which you can see, touch, and feel.”  But all religion is a lie they said.  Except theirs. “Believe or suffer the lake of everlasting fire for your treacherous thoughts.  Your weak search for unapproved truth.  Bow.  Confess your absolute wretchedness of which no evidence can be found.  Because we are truth.”

We are approved.  We are truthiness.

Some words zip around like a dying fly's corpse hitting a fan. It's pieces should be collected, fit together, observed, and put in the ground where no one will find them; where no one will dig them up to utter them again. And the stale blood should be wiped from the blades, for they will keep spinning, and no one likes the sound of a truth gone false, whizzing 'round incessantly in their head. No one likes the crimson smell of something they'd rather forget.

The earth is flat. We'll never die
And unicorns exist.
Olympic athletes never cheat;
Decorum won't be missed.

The sun did shine when Donald Trump
Took office; folks all bowed
Because they formed the largest yet
Inauguration crowd.

When Colbert talked of "truthiness,"
He meant it as a joke.
When lies disguise as facts, our dreams
Will all go up in smoke.

between Patrick Thompson and this one*

It's huge.
       Floating, bobbing on the current--
I try:not to remember such
                                 thin  g           s,
      Sinewy and grasping as they are,
                            wraiths, demons, and shades alike.
      It all just
                      (makes sense &)
                                     tells of truths
                                                              ?
                                                               .
                                                               .
                                                               .
"Truths." As true as truthiness can be
                    through a glass onion.
              -------------------------------------- - Run.

I fell for a heart from another land.
A country of Peace and Martial Arts.
Green grasses and Banzai  trees... sweet smiles and hard workers.
Her smile melted my soul as her words she had written me
They made my heart smile.
I smile every time I look at her beautiful picture
Class,friendly times, and love for a family full of honor.
I long to fly to her
On tin wings.. To my lady from another land.
To bask in the native surroundings and molding within one another.
My heart longs for her
Even if I haven't told her such..
I know she feels my yearning to honorably be one with her spirit.
Truthiness...
In a world where lust seems to be the only expressed reward.
I value this smile and to learn of her "other land."
The orient where souls are free to be what they were design to be.

You sure have shown me.
Grown ups acting like children.
Childishly seeking to weigh another soul  down..
Through exploiting their weaknesses in the crowds..
and flaunting things that make another sad....
Since they assume you cannot have what they own.
Let them wear these  Rusty Crowns.
On their seats of thorns.
In their empty Kingdom..
I deserve the best out of life.
Truth, success, love, intimacy, and all that I do rightfully yearn for.
Such enlightened rewards which I have worked so very hard, to earn.
Through my true selfless nature and deep fondness of being the less violent and the  more kind....
Of  being this sort of sweet spirited person.
At times such is a curse.
As the corrupt take advantage of such.
They take from me too much....
Energies....
Happiness.....
Enjoyment of life....
Until I snap out of their trance and strike back.
I turn away....They receive some bad Karma.
I work onward, as me. Succeeding.
Such visions of such cuts them ,slowly,like a knife.
Now, more than ever, I "Look Before I leap."
For not everyone is what they appear.
When I need some one.
When they stab me in the back as I sleep.
Their actions prove their jealousy and yearning.....
For me to be below their childish and wicked level....
Let them think that they have it "all."
Looking back, I laugh at what "least of what is important,"
in their lives...
That they wish that I could  have  had.
For, it was not me who kept the good ones out.
The bad ones simply forgot the universal password.
Which was kindness, trust, and truthiness.
For them  to see, me ,get what I have needed.
Such keeps them out in the cold..
The warmer ones are with me...
Outside their  walls.
Us bigger hearts...The "Stronger" and the more "Bolder."

Life is not a play.
Life is not a movie set.
No producers, no managers, and no teleprompters..
It is a new event day after day.
Nothing in our life forces are planned energies.
They flow,freely,through the universe.
No scripts to memorize
No songs to rehearse
Memories are of the only steadfast and long lasting unchanged parts of our souls...
We do not need other people to order us about
Tell us how they think we should be..
Judge us upon being a "fake"
on "their stage" of life...
No no.
They received their just tolls.
No, it's our turn to show ourselves off on the "fashion of truthiness and bright and loving hear lights"
We spin and walk on the cat walk...
As we "free flow" this moment..in time..
As the future has no outline and nothing to show what it shall depict..
In scenes and henceforth
Life, in itself, is a force that needs no script.

For those who won't live through it,
I ache and I grind for everything
I haven't done.

There's those whose temper
Could not be contained
By their own history,
Stripped from their truthiness,
The only result is to attack,
To shorten others' integrity.

I cry a cry of remorse
To the humanity
We fail to carry
When one of us refuses
To share its load.

This cry without tears
(Frailty contained,
Rage tamed
And sharpened thoughts)
Is not to be heard:
Only silent weapons are useful.

A surprise attack is imminent.
The sound is an enemy,
But silence will spread,
Contagious and strong,
A wave of love and warmth
To overcome shots and shouts.

When they least expect
We'll all be covered
With the blanket of compassion.