I fear,

as I gaze upon the tide,

I fear to understand

that the desire of man,

is not Truth,

is not Perfection,

is not reconcilliation with diety.

What man wants most is justification,

acceptance and approval

of who they feel they are.

Mutable Truth

requires no change,

no investment in self,

or divestment thereof.

Man has no need for Truth.


Truth be damned.



6 responses to “justified

  • mockingbird181984

    But where is Truth?
    People need him so badly
    Seems he is hidden away
    And held captive somewhere

    Everyone’s claiming his name
    Some, working their way to fame
    Others, justifying
    Twisted truth, to them — liberating

    • dtdeedge

      Truth does not hide,
      nor can it be taken captive.
      Truth lies where Truth lies –
      in the innocence of my daughters,
      in the song of quietly falling snow,
      in the instructions,
      protein encoded,
      the dwell in each and every of my cells.

      It is not Truth who is lacking,
      but the search for Truth.
      We are like men in fields,
      with eyes closed we cry that we do not see the sun
      though we bask in its light
      and warmth,
      live through its bounty.

      ask not where Truth has hidden.
      Ask rather,
      why does man search for Truth
      with eyes closed.

      • mockingbird181984

        Your words —
        Shows traces
        of wisdom accumulated
        over time

        You’re right
        Truth surrounds us
        Perhaps it’s better
        to look at it
        that way

        Truth be told —
        Life is a poem
        Searching TRUTH
        can be quite difficult
        to someone with
        eyes reddened
        over time —
        all these
        can be blinding

        You see,
        Not all eyes are closed
        Some do open their eyes
        I think of Truth
        as though a parcel
        You don’t always like
        what you find inside

  • dtdeedge

    Truth can only be seen
    through eyes reddened through
    and unfairness.
    The Majesty and Grace
    of Truth is manifest most poignantly
    as the light shimmering on a tear,
    the rage building against the oppressor,
    the seed of hope that grows from despair.
    Man will search for Truth when he feels that call,
    the call that comes not through comfort,
    but is rather born of the fires,
    the crucible of the poem of life.

  • mockingbird181984

    Oh Yes!
    And then one realizes
    Over time
    that there’s not only
    One piece of sky
    As Barbra’s song goes:
    The more I live
    The more I learn
    The more I realize
    The less I know

    And then when one sees more of Truth
    Somewhere along the line
    One becomes confused
    eyes reddened in the process

    One has been observing
    Eyes wide open
    There’s a certain piece of truth
    One is trying to decipher
    As one is in despair
    and is feeling
    and left behind.

    Veritas liberabit vos!

  • mockingbird181984

    Dave, I’ve enjoyed reading your poems. Allow me to thank you through this award. Please accept it: http://mockingbird181984.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/my-second-reader-appreciation-award/

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