Some truths are holier than an indian rape festival
Some truths are arresting but their freedom you can rest in
Some truths are homely when they don’t try to redecorate
Some truths are seedlings that sap you of your better state
I wish these truths were feather weight and would lift before I sign that paper
Truths that wrap round my hands like tape before a fight
Truths that change bulbs,
Truths that win matches
Truths that broken into meteoric starlight are my cookie that crumbles
Truths that are more beautiful than a Titanic Kate Winslet
Truths that are more than an engagement ring and make you alter
Truths that don’t slide around
Truths you can fall for, get up with and fall in love with again and again
Truths that make good friends
Truths that don’t break you to see if you can bend
Truths that don’t hide in drawers like old photos
Truths that in need, you can go to
Truths that get more agreement than Kyoto
Truths that make the magna carta look like a pinky promise
Truths with more meat than a 20 stone double J in a bodice
Truths with more between the eyes than a pair of nostrils
Truths in lossless formats that will never get played
Truths that are more than a night boo debut.
Truths that might silence you but wont shoot you down with a silencer
See these Home truths I keep dying for
Truth lives outside the law
Truth is the secret in the bible section
Truth is the power of inception that rewires a lie detector
Truth is my reflection when I choose to accept it and until then
Truth is an orphan
Truth can dance with you or around you.
Truth is not a tradition
If truth was religious it would be narcissus
I want truth that keeps you in check like King Midas face to face with Medusa
Truth whose screams in eternity ring and are happily answered too
Maybe that kind of truth isn’t you
See maybe truth is convenient, may be it’s seasonal
Maybe it’s roots ,branches and leaves that are watered by wars
Maybe we need lies to appease us until we find the peace that is us
A peace that pleases us in all pores and makes us richer
Maybe truth is greedy, maybe truth is grievous
Maybe to be truth is to find that we need to be us,
To be us, we need to see us
So maybe what we need is, not peace but reflection
A reflection that yields acceptance for its perfect imperfections
A voice that sets the tone with multiple inflections.
If truth is knowledge accepted and we render rejection can truth be changed at all?
If truth is changeable is this the deposition before urination?
Revolving doors wont get to seven when you’re in eight
So maybe this is the position before you’re in a shine
Giving evidence, overthrowing negatives
The truth is the truth is the picture, it’s us that aren’t getting it
The truth is that truth is an industry worth investing in.
I heard that truth is sexier than Norah Jones in silky pyjamas on a Q-Tip record
Ttruth has a cost and as words are expensive….
What are yours worth?