It was a three year-old’s eyes through which I first saw you. I noticed myself as we two looked back. Why was I, I’d wondered, the only one asking why. Then I saw you, dancing with the what, not caring for the why. You were, weren’t you. You, seeing me struggle with what words, spoke to me the only way you could. Silently. I’ve grown old and ill from asking why, I know. They say we can be healed, that the truth sets us free. What truth can you tell to a three year-old child that she already doesn’t see.
Tag Archives: Truth
Sorry No Metaphors
I wanted what we said
Let me be honest
More than what we’d made
Our bed as traitors
I wanted to live in a way
Let truth to have its day
More than to make others happy
Our shiny, tidy lie
The New Yellow: A Haiku
It is a coward
A coward who will do this
Not this, rather that 
It is a coward
A coward who will do this
Not this, rather that
The Truth Is
Yesterday felt like that strange, suburban taupe that fleeing people paint their houses.
As if to differentiate they made it out from the color, as if that is the goal.
The brass-ring door knocker the badge displayed, front and luke-warm center.
So as to say only some are welcome to come a-knocking.
Dare to spend the sweat to tear down the white-washed fences, to bring in the yellow.
To draw the eye from the curb to the threshold, to inside where the warmth is golden-brown.
When should we gather, finally gather, at a light-lit table and see the truth is black and white?
Today feels like that.
We Keep Hope
Winter and alone
Unbearable uncertainty
God what will you do
When wind forces its way to the door
Carrying icy-cold information
Crystalizing shut
The truth after all
There’s no school today
Hooray
Answerer
I saw him as dallying
In the rain
‘though so what if he was
That little old soul
That curious soul
When what was it, Actually
‘cept pursuing The truth
The absolute truth
The noblest of things….
We Sleuth
Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you
It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream
Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth
(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)
26.2: A Haiku
It seems all these words
Tall, Dark and Most Unworthy
Are solely for you
Know that You, Tempter
With fair, yet transparent shell
Are hollow to me
The blush as I stare
Just as hotly checks my soul
Which has sent you off
Precious are these times
So I cast my eyes away
Miles and miles away
Had I spare minutes
I'd give account to your loss
It goes on and on
Medium: A Haiku
As the lightning bolt,
directed, truth will find me.
Anyway it must.
Dream-like State
I hope you continue crazy
You must, I say, you must!
I dare you to follow The truth
For if you don't, you'll rust.
Beneath you, keep your wheels turning
The traction of you inspires.
We need you, us dreamers
Yes, you!
Lest others snub out our fires.
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