If truth be told
I will yet reach,
A vision worthy
Cosmos entreats,
Not bent chicane
Of vitiate deceit,
Yet who’s to say
Man didn’t teach,
The gods sly ways,
Thus so to breach,
How then discern
Of which I speak,
Thus be held truth
Or but failed preach,
Too credible to hold
Tho history has one doubt,
Of man’s hidden truth be told!
this poem was inspired by the poem ‘Truth’
written by Xenophanes,
Greek philosopher, theologian and poet.
One lives in need
Of a place,
Held be in the sun
For its life giving face,
Tho risks of burn
In sun’s solar run,
We mightn’t discern,
Its perilous pace
Has us suffer pain,
Sparing no place
In spite of the rains,
He’ll find to embrace
Any ones face
Who dares overstay,
For sun, will have its way!
Looking
From inside out,
I see a face
Has me in doubt,
Though I know
It’s me inside and out,
I fail discern
This face be so,
As one I’d worn
The many years
Since I was born…
As lines of time
In crags so shape,
Thus bared façade
Conjures adverse,
Allows one see
Life be perverse…
Hence though I gaze
With woeful eyes,
The while I fantasize
At once arresting face,
Now to imagine wise
Mind so disguised
That I should visualize,
Looking from outside in!
That reach,
To help me find
Amity alter time,
Enough to assign
A brutal world
Grow less unkind…
Words I may find,
Could so discern
Amity of a kind,
Would so touch man
To finally be as one,
Hence to bind a lifetime!
I remember
Changes then,
To and from
Meant little when,
The cause of any
Made no matter…
Likened now
Begs to become
Time be the sum
Of change a many,
And thus infers
One chose consider
Vicissitudes withal,
Be more discerning,
For changing now!
Poetry on a Canapé 