Martyr to Truth

The path to truth
is a lonely one;
One not littered by
carcass of sycophants;
The day you step
on that path,
Rest assured that misery
shall keep you company
till your last breath;
Careful, lest you fall prey
To intolerance that you despise;
The day you step aside from truth,
and step gingerly,
Fearful of hurting feelings, and
Practice political correctness,
You die.

From that moment onward,
with an aching heart,
Lonely and miserable,
Your skeleton marches,
The rotting bones whisper
in your ears,
Words of wisdom
that you feel are true;
Alas,
No longer alive,
Your silence speaks for you;
And soon,
Another martyr to truth
bites the dust.

Life won’t stop for you

Only absolute truth,

Once born,

One day have to leave.

The date, time, place

And mode may be hidden, but

Truth shall make us free to

Concentrate in living.

Explore unfettered by the constraints

Of figuring out what’s going to happen,

Because the answer is already known.

So engage vigorously in living,

Every day, every moment.

Will be confronted with challenges,

At times seemingly unsurmountable,

but the path only moves forward.

In the barren deserts of past participles,


No flower blooms.


Nothing happens there, except

A sense of gloom and doom.


Can do only what can do,


What’s not in our hands, why bother?

Move forward, move forward.

Life not going to stop for you.

Dance of the pious

When they look away

From the lies

And condone it

Because the liar

Serves their purpose

Truth sheds a solitary tear

And the Crocodiles smile

Somewhere the forgotten call

For a thousand year reich

Raises its ugly head

As goose stepping lemmings

Joyous in a macabre dance

Hail the false messaiah

Bell tolls for the masses

As correctness misguided

Rules the day

God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders

If ends justify the means

Fiction

Writing fiction about life

Truth gets lost between the line

Readers unable to decipher meaning

Unaware of the hidden lies

Autobiographies a fiction

Where horrendous truths

Lost in the jungle of

Carefully crafted words

Silently weep

And readers left to shower

Unworthy praise

Fictionalized life tells a story

Fiction it is

Glossy papers

Not the gospel truth

Pompous POTUS : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 227 Truth & Honor

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Truth really fake

The pompous POTUS proclaimed

Let honor be damned

 

Voters respect truth

Electorates responded

Honor is restored

 

Truth is in nature

Honor among animals

We manipulate

Price of Lost Freedom

There is truth
Then there is absolute truth
In between is the murky world
Where science is harangued by charlatans
Evolution battles with creation
News gets bombarded by fake news
Power trumps common sense
And more often than not
Cream that rises to the top
Is nothing but scum that floats
Facts get tortured out of shape
Decency hides behind veils of political correctness
Courage gives way to party lines
Patriotism becomes a game
Humanity slaughtered at the altar of ambition
And somewhere the lies illude us all
When truth becomes the victim
Chaos and mayhem not far behind
Those who prefer to forget history
Will pay the price of lost freedom

Journey of Life

seek and ye shall find

I seek no more
Nor do I need
Answers to all
Questions left
Unanswered
Truth is same
For one and all
When the ultimate
Destination is known
Does it matter
The path one takes
Embrace the unknown
Take what comes
In its stride
There lies the pleasure
The thrill, the adventure
Of the journey of life