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

Mul ei, ei, veritatem, mulier, vinculis;
In theory, I can create a               hypothetical
woman, but only a god can     create an
actual living woman, but      for my theory
to conform to the law of god,            there has
to be a real woman who           conforms to
the hypothesis, but the              hypothesis has
to conform to the                                                  reality of  women.

re·al·i·ty
rēˈalədē/noun: reality
1. the world or the state of things as they actually  exist,
      as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them.
"he refuses to face reality"
synonyms: the real world, real life,                              actuality;
antonyms: fantasy
a thing that is actually experienced or seen,
especially when this is grim or problematic.
plural noun: realities
"the harsh realities of life in a farming community"
synonyms:                           fact, actuality, truth
"the harsh realities of life"
a thing that exists in fact, having previously
only existed in one's mind.
"the paperless office may yet become a reality"
the quality of being lifelike or resembling          an original.
"the reality of Marryat's detail"
synonyms: verisimilitude, authenticity,
realism, fidelity, faithfulness
"the reality of Steinbeck's detail"
antonyms: idealism,              relating to reality TV.
modifier noun: reality
"a reality show"
2. the state or quality of having existence or substance.
"youth, when death has no reality"
PHILOSOPHY             existence that is absolute, self-sufficient,
or objective, and not subject to human decisions or conventions.
Origin: late 15th century: via French from medieval
Latin realitas, from late Latin realis                ‘relating to things’.
Translate reality into a noun: truth
tro͞oTH/ noun: truth
the quality or state of being true.
"he had to accept the truth of her accusation"
synonyms: veracity, truthfulness,
      verity, sincerity, candor, honesty;            accuracy, correctness, validity, factuality, authenticity
"he doubted the truth of her statement"
antonyms: dishonesty, falseness
that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.
noun: the truth
"tell me the truth"
synonyms:              what actually happened,
the case, so; the gospel (truth), the honest truth
"it's the truth, I swear"
fact(s), reality, real life, actuality
"truth is stranger than fiction"
antonyms: lies, fiction
a fact or belief that is accepted as true.
plural noun: truths
"the emergence of scientific truths"
synonyms: fact, verity, certainty, certitude;
antonyms: lie, falsehood
Origin: Old English trīewth, trēowth ‘faithfulness, constancy’
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re·al
ˈrē(ə)l/Submit
adjective
adjective: real; comparative adjective: realer;
superlative adjective: realest
1. actually existing as a thing or occurring in fact;
not imagined or supposed.
"Julius Caesar was a real person"
synonyms:         actual, nonfictional, factual, real-life;  
historical; material, physical, tangible, concrete, palpable
"is she a fictional character or a real person?"
antonyms:                                 imaginary
used­ to emphasize the significance             or seriousness of a situation or circumstance.
"there is a real danger of civil war"
PHILOSOPHY
relating to something as it is, not merely as it may
be described or distinguished.
2. (of a substance or thing) not imitation or artificial;
genuine. "the earring was presumably real gold"
synonyms: genuine, authentic, bona fide;
antonyms: imaginary, fake, false, feigned
true or actual.
"his real name is James"
synonyms: true, actual         "my real name"
(of a person or thing) rightly so called;  proper.
"he's my idea of a real man"
synonyms: proper, true; informal:    regular
"a real man"
3. informal: complete; utter (used for emphasis).
"the tour turned out to be a real disaster"
synonyms: complete, utter, thorough,
absolute, total, prize, perfect
"you're a real idiot"
4. adjusted for changes in the value of money;
assessed by purchasing power.
"real incomes had fallen by 30 percent"
5. LAW
of fixed property (i.e., land and buildings),
as distinct from personal property.
"he lost nearly all of his real holdings"
6. MATHEMATICS (of a number or quantity)
having no imaginary part.
7. OPTICS (of an image) of a kind in which the light
that forms it actually passes through it;     not virtual.
adverb NORTH AMERICAN informal
adverb: real
1. really; very.
"my head hurts real bad"
Origin: late Middle English (as a legal term meaning
‘relating to things, especially real property’):
from Anglo-Norman French, from late Latin realis,
from Latin res ‘thing.’

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

I'm riding the quick cars, and rising tides
Im writing songs that thoughts cannot keep
So I bid adieu to these feelings

You realize you look like
A little person, you're supposed to wake up blazing Pushkin
Your dream, not my ******* fire
I'm so high, I'm writing into the night now
Fast turning and hurting on the crazy fires, and crazy lives make me thrill the shapeless winner
Finding himself in broken places, breathing goth inwards and feeling the shells in the desert sand
Mirages can happen to anyone
As hope is a dangerous thing
Style without art
Do a dangerous thing with it that's what I call art
The writer told the poet, he loved his talk of fire
The poet told the writer you're a poet too, beat in these neon sycamore trees in gregarious places with looks od city sunsets in heroine's meditation
******* up the fast life, never winding it down as it was something the fire that never said sad things and curses smoke
Into the grumpy old man, looking for murders and phobias and senescence with crocodile looks, a name I cannot tame
A genius I understand, a tatterdemalion poor soul in Heaven, and Hell feels nice
Saying old things now sound nice, the web of conspiracy
What does it mean if I'm stuck in this web?
Anyone tell us, if a beer is a chemical for the hydrogen jukebox as the Phoenix burns with ashes and TS Eliot breaths fire in Burnt Norton
Shrubbery of watered fishes in bushes of the merriment of silent way
Seems nice to be a pleasant person in someone's trombone, jazz tells it lik its
We can't talk about as it is, and explain either
So we talk jazz, and the fiery starry accosted soldiers, let's talk about, jazz what wants to say
I celebrate, and sing of heralding the ferrous thing called knowledge, godly rushing waters rusting these engines with experience
And education, as you atr lisyrn
Quite, not what we say
Shadow of dust, and ashes we are the fire t
To coal eyes, and the rebirth of a thousand suns
In remembering the Gunpowder plot in middle ages reeking with beautiful thinkers in winning titlting greatly never hold me tight
Ghosts of my past, freely fling with ambition
Conviction in my sails, and soundly silence gusts of wind
As the red earth of the yelling virility, in the God that wants Goddess
Simplicity is the honest expression of humbling doubts watch as struggling with words
Written in time, crime and sycamore sights, and the traveling life is what I find in the iconic culturalist of hiatuses and despair
Madness is something I understand, as the centrepop is a luggage
On the culling and dreaming of culture, in a lumbering lintel on the lugubrious lavish lascvious laconic lamentable lassoes on the sky to finish this derelict in the mind of art of the named ones
We have given up on them, ad forgotten the veritatem
We can add our suma lumma dumma stalling forks of stammering bouts of frenzies
We can call a sincere stride in the things talked about in unchained hearts on boggling derailed that was a journey in a nutshell, whiskers are something around
Your ear, I write my lights with faceless hushed winds
We are having cigarettes after apocalyptic Bad Nietzsche in high feelings in sharing broken thoughts
We can climb the politics, and Finnish mines as we murmur through valleys under the eyes
I travel at these memories they look back at me
Think back, looking behind I find cigarettes and alcohol lying on the shelf
****** mysteries summed up in one, I don't have any love, but, I'd love pompous frump myself, being funny with myself
I'm out of humor, now I confess my will and save you alive and lives live wire lively and variables searching for veracity on veritable streets filling childhood with a recovery of soothing bells
Healing your crime, your child in your sleep from the start
Dishing out punishment, on the innocent child and steeling my mind and rulers are the for theologists
In the theremin that plays smiling sessions in our prayer
Innocuous baby, in stand there in my conviction and the message, doesn't get across
The back closets the towels in the faucets staring into your corset waist, and you know that can be dangerous thing hoping for the end to become the bisexual, you've found a new numb beginning