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My satified truths.
I don't need you to hear me to be right.
I dont need you to validate me.
Many times alone in my insight and
following the direction lines in my mind
I fall and float and flutter upon mis truths
and white lies.
There seems to be no rhyme or reason
for this feeling and subsequents but
I find that the heat of the matter lies
in what and how we are defined and understood
never in anything but our own mind this happens
for each has his own view of truth
and our own projections.
Would the world end or change in a reaction
of semi concious reflexes based on half cocked relfelctions?
where are the words of truth when they are so ugly
they need not bare mention. but it seems the uglier
the truth lies the barrage of interest a morbid curiosity
of violent self serving truths.
A fools mentality in a fools paradise
I am what I want
I want what I lack
do the configurations read the lines
the unholy war with self
some call it ego some call it pride
but what ever it is it helps us survive
and left to our own devices we probably would
dont pick on me and I wont pick on you
this thesis is totally founded on one half of truth
keep sounding the horn the cuckholds cry loudly
believing the lies the flesh will bring unfaithful to ourselves
but I heed none of these things. I self justify in loathing
and hide between deliberations of half said truths masked
behind real truths that find real targets
the world is your bullshit,
have fun pushing it around.
