circa 09.01.2011

09.01.11

Posted on September 2, 2011 by KatYa

The truth is confusing, the confusion is disturbing, and reality does not give a damn. My heart holds vacancy for the life of them. and you. Still to attend to the sky in its entirety.                          Sea. The depths grow green to Royal blue. Where all lies over exposeD in a happy residue. Off center in allostasis. From the residual, extract the amplification. Subtract from that all that you already know or believe.  The tattooed kneecap. the hair weave. The eyes tell of suffering behind capri ankles. The wrist-roll up to three quarters a sleeve.                The honesty cannot be found from infusion thereafter. She was left to floats on water boiling. Like a poached egg. Then arises Thick, like crisis in love. Then arises as vapor- Clear

the truth is like subway trains

truth
under pressure
pushed her way
through us
like subway trains
in tunnels
pushing stale air
through the hair

some turned their backs
on truth
others faced her

those who needed truth
the most
often failed to embrace
her

then out into the light
she goes
with or without you

not to be seen
to see
not to be heard
to listen
not to be noticed
to be


as the system stands frozen
in consumption
direction long ago chosen
embedded in legal ease

she dont care, truth
shes got appointments
for hair and tooth
she loves just being there

she may drop heavy
flooding your system
only to chill
in cafes and your sleep (rem)

all feels so safe
and legally sound
when all of a sudden
the switching falls down

truth got into it
your damn right she did!
her style's 'break it up'
yeah, thats what she did

hopefully you could stand her
shes not often planned for

hopefully no one got hurt
when truth came around

but many do
many do

truth
like pain
hurts

comes correct
comes real
comes true