All the pretty words written

and spoken

with just the right tone

and pause,

posturing as wisdom

are meaningless

without the bones 

of actually

living them.

Profound advice 

sagely given with philosophical 

flair and rhythm

is worthless when there is 

no blood

on the page.

The spinning of reality

into something else,

while entertaining in fiction,

is a psychotic break

in the human mind.

And lest we seek to make it

pretty to be palatable

let me offer this:

see through the facade

to what lies beneath,

pull it’s sword from the knowledge

in your gut

and free the denial

of everything

that is not 

you.