PureVolume

dedicated to ida, a friend of ivan albright

blog post

With truth on my lips, ongoing from not going,
Such reality can kill a man, let alone, a woman like me,
- having done everything, said everything, bled everything -
I have yet to bleed my one and only need.

With truth on my lips, ongoing for not going,
I feel like gagging on beautyfor beauties sake,
- so is this true, is this my porn, is this the peel that i adorn -
Then rid, peel, shed, for I have neer truly bled.

With truth on my lips, ongoing from not going,
Spouting and spurting, from that lurking nothing,
- i call it black, i call it lack, i call it anything but everything -
That of which Ive come; lie to truth, that Im from.

With truth on my lips, ongoing from not going,
Falsity is my futilityongoing from not going,
- freedoms pain, death is gain; killed?ive been crucified! -
Truth is my freedom my savior from the numb

d.lamb

i.albright