A Wise Old Sage carries a cane
And those will feel shame
For calling him insane
With or without, it's the same

PART ONE: 1*
 
I have been thinking
What would it be like to know the truth?
What would you do about the truth?
What would you describe it as?
What if I told you the truth?
That the truth is more than one.
How curious are you to know?
Would you handle it if it was ugly
And made YOU look like it?
  
Would you still be ready to know the rest
Only would you recall that its hard to accept
And easy for all to see
But prefer the darkness better to trust it.
  
Your running away
far away from what is our aid
Take your TIME but not to long
Your in a race against it.
  
Are you ready
Either strong to handle it
Quick to overcome it
Or tumble down to the pit
For its the ugly truth.
 
 
PART TWO: 2
 
 
To the truth
We are a novel
A new one each step we take
An open book
As it may see.
 
But to us the truth
Is a whole big question
A mysterious myth only
Few have faced in reality.
  
What is the ugly truth
May it be that we are all in the dark
Unaware of the ones next to us
Or is it that death  walks right in front of us
But none can see it.
 
Many say the truth
Is the light
But would you believe them
If you sat down and
Saw the other side of it
Only to find out it walks with misery
In the dark as the light we seek.
  
We've been living a lie
A lie so big that
Our minds run of imagination
And nightmares of the future
We are not safe
Buts it's too late
It’s a revelation, a revelation of our kind.
 
We choose to follow
Than stand unique
Divided amongst many
Unity was brutally murdered
Trust no longer exist between true blood
That the word blind no longer describes us.
 
But yet the ugly truth
Holds more than we can see
And imagine
It's time to face it
Fast faster than time will lapse
And save the future.

©Hansmind, 2014

A wise old sage
Once asked me
When you leave the cage
Are you truly free?

sam i yam not,
     nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
     enables and provides
     an opportunity to bray,

and thence get access
     to each excel lent power full point
     one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers

     (even the generic mom and pop hacker
     tubby in her/his element field gloating
     as if they won
     the Irish Sweepstakes that day

despite neither could claim
     direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
  analogous to Celtic temptress,
     whose grand geography

     beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
     and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred

      and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
     offal horrific bilge interlay

sloshing violently, revoltingly,
     and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
     beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.

force full brainstorm to firewall
     to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,

     essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
     hermetically seal myself
     stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!

i get that voicing your opinions and making sure that they're heard is huge thing that has to happen. but it's mostly for today's generation because whenever we try to speak we get talked over. we get backlash. we get " no they're older, wiser. they're right, just let it be. "

but it doesn't matter if you're older. it matters if you're respectful. it matters if you have enough patience to listen to what others have to say before voicing your own thoughts, because they can bring up some good points that make you wrong.

it doesn't matter if you've been on this earth longer or not. it matters if you have enough knowledge to let yourself be wrong.

we are all equal and all have a voice. no matter the age, skin color, heritage, or sexuality.

let us be able to use them.

Laugh with many,
But don't trust any.