The truth is a brutal mistress.


It doesn’t hold your entrails

So much as grabbing them

In an unrelenting grip


Shaking your delusions



& lies


Sending them spinning.


The truth doesn’t ask politely


It demands



But if you’re wearing an asbestos outfit

(or lead-lined suit)

brain glued up with gunk, and junk

duct tape over eyes and ears


You cannot hear her shout


(You don’t want to hear.

You have chosen not to hear)


She will go elsewhere, seeking out the willing.



Resistance is Hell, you know … or so they say.




Quote of the day’ with this post: “It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.” – J. Krishnamurti (1895-1986) 

p.s. I drafted this on my birthday in 2014. It's just been sittin'...

p.p.s. many quotations about truth here