truth, an essay about the nature of it

truth, an essay about the nature of it

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truth is like a box of chocolates, ummm… nah, that one sounds a bit too familiar for some reason so I will forgo it, thinking about it, truth is more like a perfectly formed square clear plexiglass box, a novel little thing that you can hold in your hands (just big enough to trigger a two hand response but you could hold it in one hand if you endeavored to do so), you can not inherently change it (no matter what you do), however, you can choose to do many things to suit it to you…  to hide it behind your back, or take pictures of it for disbursement, make copies and call it the “real thing“, the truth remains however, you may even hold it at a certain angle so only part is visible, or at a different vector to show off one aspect of this cute little plastic box, but the truth – has not changed, you may lash  it to a pole and smash someone in the head with it, maybe you hide it somewhere knowing someone will find it later, perhaps it is up on a ledge just out of reach, or just around the next corner, maybe you do not even know what it looks like, on a map X marks the spot, or left alone in the yard, half grown over with ivy, bury it for one thousand years in sand, paste glue popsicle sticks all over, hand print paint turkeys on the side…

but it remains, a simple box, square sides of even dimension, clear plexiglass from all sides when revealed, the truth.

“truth is what holds our feet to the very ground (whether we like it or not).” – me

“truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light” – GWash (some guy who founded America)

“Truth will always be truth, regardless of lack of understanding, disbelief or ignorance.” W. Clemrock

“Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.” I (the original apple) Newton

So.. what do you think about the truth … ?

about faith…

about faith…

silhouette image of person praying
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maelstrom
the divine path
might I lead,
divine wrath
I might reap,
the divine spark
to light me through
this fierce storm in the wake
in the pursuit of the only grace
I surely fail
as humans break
as does my will
at times will fail
for all that drains my strength
to find the well that springs again
my faith


notes (this piece was written 1/21, comments today)… faith is not a particularly religious thing for me, we all believe in something, even if that is ‘nothing’ in the case of atheists, I am perfectly fine with both sides, why?  I came to a calm in my mind some years ago, I know I do not have all the answers, am I more confident than some in my beliefs ? sure (I am trying to lose that). but I acknowledge the effect of ego and my experience on that belief.  My belief does not bring me total comfort per-se as I am in limbo but yet there is some respite there in capitulation to the fact that I do not have the answers, how arrogant it would be for me to look down on those who have found theirs, god could be a goat named bob in wisconsin for all I know, and for all I know I will only be here a blink, so, I should not waste my time judging those that have found peace, so bless you all in whatever form that takes, me, it is just the universe, being alive, being in nature, but I am glad the human brain has the capacity to make movies for all movie goers (I just wish the floor wasn’t so sticky).

music> ? Yeah, I am all about that! here is some acoustic goodness, how this song never became big is beyond me… (of course Summerland (this is a fan cover, with passion) is my favorite song of all time)

Legal Kill – King’s X

this is the secondary singer of the band, they all can sing lead, Ty Tabor has a very beatles tone (he is a huge fan of them)

Thoughts from the porch…

Thoughts from the porch…

analysis blackboard board bubble
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(my musings from my porch when I take a moment to take in and notice the world, sometimes poems, sometimes free form, always me… this is a series ongoing)

photo of city during winter
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I wonder where my energy has run off to, just the comfort of a snug bed on a bitter cold day, have I been body snatched and replaced by the twin pair of lethargy and laziness? or are the two consorting for an offspring in my form, my thoughts are short these days much like the hours the sun is keeping shop, I wonder about correlation, or collaboration against my will (or perhaps the pull of unknown instinct), either way I seem steered to submission by the cold iron grip of invading artic mass, perhaps this was just the crash my soul needed after a long week of work, after all I had two long jaunts into the night, with my only reward a full six days on top, sort of an oppressive sundae where the cherry is a bloody burdensome spike, I am not meaning to complain, I could walk away of course (and surely that sounds nice in due course in written words more fantasy than a battle plan), I suppose then I am complaining yet pretending to not do so, how veritably clever and not so transparent, so who might notice this anyway, a love letter, a complain notice, a tangent pamphlet of thought, posted by a celestial peasant pitching ideas out from this pebble planet cast out upon the shore of our galaxy, maybe all the answers are out there (not too far from reach), I think about going to attain them, there is a little spark in there deep down somewhere…
but a comfy bed, curled up, the dog as ready to snooze as I, this seems like the best answer to everything, at the moment.

(so, I  close my eyes… lights dim… I drift off into dream)

some short takes for the weekend…

some short takes for the weekend…

a couple of simpler works (or even unfinished), they can’t all be war and peace people!


bed bedroom blanket clean
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arriving home
end of day
i cast off
my belt, like a snake
slithers off the bed corner
onto the floor
with a clang
i kick off my shoes
and my heels exhale
free of their tombs
shed the daily shell
(12.2.18)


road in between grass field under grey sky
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riders on the storm
charged with electrical force
we feel their downpour cries
we hear their voices roar
for chariots on fire
masters of our sky
so onward must they ride
riders on the storm

(12.2.18) – and yes I was listening to the Doors @ the time (duh! lol)


white and brown trees on forest during daytime
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the long morning shadows
raise majesty in the mundane
winter sun reveals
as the world begs for more
unfulfilled
(12.29.18) total writer comment, I loved second line when I wrote it, it felt like revelation


music ?  going with a classic, timeless in my mind

House of the Rising Sun – the Animals (sure, it is not their song but I think this is the definitive version for most people, I am always reminded of Casino every time I hear this as well)

another cold spell here, if I just hold my breath the vernal equinox will come, I’m quite sure, I’m quite sure, I think I can, I think I can, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, ruby red click – toto out!