Tag Archives: truth

Don’t Preach Me

Don’t preach me religion like there’s something you can prove; being good at treading water doesn’t mean you can move. Don’t preach me politics from the safety of the status quo; saying that you understand doesn’t mean that you know. … Continue reading

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What Good is That: rime royal

What is the Truth, that we spend all our days, from birth to death, imagining so fair that we invent, seek to avoid or praise some vain ideal constructed from thin air, that as illusion is beyond compare; it casts … Continue reading

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Fit to Print: englyn unodle crwca

What’s fit to print is not news. Our bitter, contrary views are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel; like fools, we think we choose to fight false with what is true, wielding light that will burn through … Continue reading

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Only Dream: alcaics

I cannot seek for infinite solutions, spend endless hours harboring discussion, just lurking in some thoughtful quagmire, patiently awaiting final judgment. How vain to think such artifice delivers a useful purpose, meaningful salvation, the precious jewel for reason’s scepter dispensing … Continue reading

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When It Comes

When it comes, the night don’t know no difference: right and wrong and that thin line in between. In the dark, you just watch for the lightning. All the rest? Doesn’t matter what you mean. Simple truths in the shadows … Continue reading

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All Possible: a poem of lies

The sky above is never blue, the earth is flat as pie, youth is eternal in the world and villains never cry. True riches can be hoarded, real pain fades by and by, belief is always justified and nothing good … Continue reading

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Not Right: a cinquain

A bit of sound advice: if you believe a thing to be the truth, don’t keep it out of sight. For truth can’t stand the dark. It pines if locked up tight, and sometimes will grow sick and die, or … Continue reading

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