Tag: truth
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Driftwood
Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth…
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Neon Lies
It can’t be more than a façade, a smokescreen placed over eyes searching for a way to stop the blood flowing…
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Waking
This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…
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Odyssey in Waltz
I’ve come to the moon-white edge of truth washed ashore out of the great waters which carried you on gentle waves through a fever dream…
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Infinite River
Veins filled with holy fire A light with no creation come alive with the sacrifice To walk the world it dreamed in childhood
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Traces of Life
At great distances lies the secret to vision without movement Waves crashing in stop-motion—the artist’s strokes slow, deliberate— Press a button and the whole film plays in seconds Millennia compressed to a bite-sized chunk That still manages to get stuck in the throat Though we didn’t need to breathe, anyway.
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Black Curtain
I could listen to your lies forever Give me no glimpse of the truth Shroud me in your black curtains Until words have no meaning
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There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe…
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Exist With Me
Exist with me in shades of gray.Become the color in my world— The air in my lungsThe fire in my soul.This ocean, this horizon, this open skyWitness our solitude, completed by each other.Winds whisper to us of the past and future;Beneath us the sea swells high with the truth of now.
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What We Made
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s…
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The Search for Sand
I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock ‘n’ roll ‘Cross oceans red with rebels’ bloodWith sights set on a…
The Light is On 