persona est veritas

persona est veritas.
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Because they cannot
admit their fears..
they are consumed
by them...
build personas to combat
the uncertainty..
study old philosophies
for hope...

yet..
in the end
I SEE
those fears,
and taste them...
roll them off my
tongue like bloody
tears..

There are few nooses
worse than Hope and
Expectation..
and The HangmEn of
This LiFe know that with
a Certainty Transcending
Faith..

yet..
I suppose we all hang
in our own stupid way..
fickle creatures that we
are..
claiming to see lights and
feel transcendence because
our rabbit minds sense the
uncertainty of our end...

i admit my fear...
and it is empowering.
I fear the mirror-man I dont
know looking at me..
the wanna-be-handsome
ugly scarred ass face
who imitates smiles to
feel a moments grace,
yet is damned by the
denial of his Absence.

when hope and certainty
fail whiskey helps..
to mask the stench of my
souls confusion until
i can semi-function enough
to see beyond the pale..
perhaps it is my noose...
my hell?...my truth?

(at least i admit it.)

j.stephen.h.