"certitudes" poems
what if my certitudes were lies
what if my soul was not alive
what if my questions were the goal
and worthiest answers were not told
what if this thing was not a poem
that no verse were riming
that they were from different realm
where it exists no timing
when I look back to my old questions
I see misunderstanding and poison
not from the questions, they're guiltless
but from the answers that aren't timeless
some fear have grown to trash
others were created from scratch
but never a time a single question
were to lead to misconception
only the temporary answers
with time has become mind blockers
I think i'm too serious
"what if" is made for genius
for people smart enough to act blindly
fearless enough to work hard and kindly
but since I don't know who I am
what if I choose to be one of them?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
The sun is sane, pure as his light—
Always beaming about certitudes,
Wearing his indigo robe speckled
With old stars— a jewel in the sky.
The earth is but in lone upheavals,
With only friend of desolate moon,
Crowned with bugs, buzzing on fire
And all is madness— under the sun.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
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The sun is sane, pure as his light—
Always beaming about certitudes,
Wearing his indigo robe speckled
With old stars— a jewel in the sky.
The earth is but in lone upheavals,
With only friend of desolate moon,
Crowned with bugs, buzzing on fire
And all is madness— under the sun.*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
The sun is sane, pure as his light—
Always beaming about certitudes,
Wearing his indigo robe speckled
With old stars— a jewel in the sky.
The earth is but in lone upheavals,
With only friend of desolate moon,
Crowned with bugs, buzzing on fire
And all is madness— under the sun.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
The sun is sane, pure as his light—
Always beaming about certitudes,
Wearing his indigo robe speckled
With old stars— a jewel in the sky.
The earth is but in lone upheavals,
With only friend of desolate moon,
Crowned with bugs, buzzing on fire
And all is madness— under the sun.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC