"veritatem" poems
Please just leave my head
Instead of convincing me
I'm better off dead
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
Doce, to inform, to tell, to teach
This can be one in a classroom
on top of a hill or standing on a beach
but however
anyone can preach
so then what should we learn?
what should they teach?
Me is me
but who
should I be?
an eighteen year old
graduate to be?
or a man
for the world to see?
A christian
or a wiccan
a athlete
or a nerd
or should it pertain to everyone
that none would find absurd
Veritatem, the truth
the problem of
the sleuth
what if undeniable
even when uncouth
that can be shown with
undeniable proof
Whose truth?
The truth as I
believe it to be
or the truth that you
can clearly see?
or the truth of how society
would want us to be?
The truth as written by
the dumb ox?
the summary that wraps theology
into a little box
Or a much older book written
in the lord's name?
but which version of it?
because no two are the same
The one with many gods
"do as you will harm none?"
or how about the one that only has one?
"treat your neighbor as you would treat your self"
So weather your gods are poly or mono
the ide is the same
don't harm any person
in any god's name
and this is a truth that is
rarely refuted
and no matter what religion it is
not disputed
but is there any other
truth in life?
one to be said without
battle or strife
If there is we should learn it
and yell it from thee mountain top
so "Doce Me Veritatem!"
and maybe violence will stop
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
Thou est speak
Separately and in speech
Your life shys from the light
Where is your violent life
In purple bruises or redness of your cheeks
Just like a child afraid of the dark
Turns into the bard of barren times
Laconic about his problems
And inclement about his cumulus
The turbulent seas finally shine on this sunset line
Burgeoning bright oars from the stygian life
The tridents push you into the frescoes of reconnaissance
As you lose control of your helm
Your poem comes to a pensive finish
Making someone's poetry better and brighter ad
Cantankerous about fuliginous lines and the velleity towards writing disappears
Some lines for your frostbitten ears
That feel like the heat of icy burn of some desolate polar boreal search
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC