Sunday, September 15, 2019

Poem: September 11, 2019

Let's Get A Few Things Straight

If you think you can say something true,
really true, about anyone, you're wrong.
I say this, and know it to be true.

Everyone, everyone is responsible for our
messy world with its crusty failures and
injustices and all the storms that gather.

The path to happiness is a hard conversation,
the deep sacrifice, the compromise, the
after-trauma of unclenching your fist.

Society is just noise, a form of collective
masturbation, gatherings of egos and
pleasure centers. There are no answers there.

There is beauty to be found everyday, red
ball suns on the horizon, or fireflies,
blinking like green eyes in the night.

Truth is wide and not narrow, inclusive,
not limited to some. We all get it right.
We all get it wrong. Truth has no container,

cannot be outlined, cannot be written down.


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