Truth, so simple and beautiful... cuts so deep, bruises that wont heal

When you deal in truth, you are dealing with something that a lot of people do not want to hear, or experience for that matter. Most importantly, people who aren't familiar with truth will often recoil and turn away. Why? Well, it's like sun to vampires, or silver to werewolves... Truth simply hurts them. It can also backfire, and this is something that one must be prepared for as well. Solace must remain with you, oh truth bringer, and that's the fact that truth will prevail. Through all of the muck and lies that people try to feed you, the truth you will know as is, and nothing more for there are no facades in truth only faces, no personas just people. Having prepared myself for this, I know that there are those who already know me as someone who speaks truth, and is not afraid to do so. To those people I say, you will fail miserably at the hands of your own demons, the lies you've so carefully built up for yourselves will crumble and drown you in the end. Nothing good ever comes from being a liar, not in the long run anyhow, certainly I hope your instant gratification was good enough for the karmic repercussion you've brought upon yourselves.

So I dare say, and this I mean to one specific person, one man whose lies lay beyond anything I care to comprehend. You have been marked, and your lies will follow you forever, until you finally find rest in your cold grave.

Trip to a third world country

It's capricious of me
to think that life moves on
without giving a second thought
to the things we have lived and done.

So you tell me,
would you be able to sleep at night
even though your conscience weighs down
your pillow so hard
that you might as well sleep without one?

For it's your own doing
of choosing and brewing
these feeling of exasperation
towards the lights and flickers
of society's plight.

So wither
and hither forth
towards your new beginning
at some far off port
where your emotions all get sucked
into the black hole in your soul
and you forget the eyes of the bored.

Letters to Debora

Sometimes in the morning, when I find myself thinking of you, I simply try to remember the snide comments, the way you talked down to me, and the people you hung out with. Suddenly, I feel a lot better about not knowing you, and being able to live free from it all.

I still miss your kiss though.