I wish to speak the truth and be believed.
Is a tree more beautiful when bare or leaved?
God is truth, it once was said, now it is said that God is dead.
Dictators want you to believe a lie.
If you don’t say yes they make you die.
It is true many don’t believe their eyes, they believe in lies.
Out of the frying pan into the fire.
Kill a king and then expire.
It must be asked, what is belief?
I admire an Autumn leaf.
People believe what suits them or from hate or fear.
That is not belief, come here, come here.
A mother may love her child, that is true.
Why believe anything but the truth, I don’t, do you?
Your truth is what you are and what you do and how and why.
That is no lie.
Must I speak the truth before I die?
I’d say so, but what do I know?
As a child in the playground someone spoke these words to me.
This is part of my history.
You are a poet and you don’t know it, that’s what he said.
I am alive, truth is not dead.
I am no more important or less important than you.
That is true.
I go out to drink coffee and smoke.
I enjoy a joke.
I’m not sorry I spoke.
15th May, 2017