Of what’s to come she can’t be sure,
But she’s seen love and been alone —
The heart that knows the truth is pure,
And has a beauty all
Its own
Tag: Truth
He Knows The Truth…
He knows the truth, for he was there,
The truth that’s long lay hidden;
He knows the rumors you have heard,
That circulate, unbidden —
Yet what went down is far, far worse
Than anything you’ve heard;
He knows the truth, for he was there —
But he won’t say
A word
To share is human:
Every Truth
If every truth I knew, I told,
I’d tell a different tale;
Of strength found in fragility,
Of stems unbowed by hail
For life is big, and merciless,
And friends are far and few –
But every truth that I might tell’s
Already known by you
If every truth that ever breathed
Could sing its song out loud,
There would be such a melody
As would attract a crowd
For life is grand, and beautiful,
And rarely gets its due –
But every truth that I might sing
Is known by me and you
To be a living, dying thing;
A Bonjour and Adieu —
Yes, every single earthly truth’s
Already known
By you
To share is human:
Soteira
Her heart would go where it would go
She wished, at first, it wasn’t so
But so betrayed, and so beguiled
She wandered off into the wild
Of what her feelings really were
Of things, she found, that sudden sure
Had always been inside her heart
Covert and hidden, at the start —
To finally surface and break through
To love as she was meant to do
To share is human:
Empty Night
The night is just an empty sound
That sweeps across an open land;
The moon is but a distant light
That flees as we approach it
The dark is only loneliness
That comes in close, but will not touch —
The night is empty, lacking truth –
For we’re to scared
To broach it
To share is human:
The Cold Truth
The truth must be a cold thing
Given our tendency
To all huddle together for warmth
Around our lies
To share is human:
Really? (Part II)
And so I spent the next 12 months
Behaving in this way:
With every girl I’d meet I’d have
Almost nothing to say
Which made me strangely popular
More than I’d ever been;
I was never myself, but thought,
“Girls don’t want that from men.”
But suddenly, I met someone
Who did the same to me;
I called it out – a tactic –
And she smiled that I could see
“Most men like to talk about
Themselves, I’ve always found.”
And it was hard to argue
For her reasoning was sound
I mentioned that I usually
Found women just the same.
And both of us were laughing
That we both played the same game
And suddenly I liked her
And I think that she liked me
And she told me the truth
And got my fullest honesty
She was a stunning actress
With a fabulous career;
And the few weeks she was around
I always was sincere
And showed my human weakness,
But – I loved that time back then;
And swore I’d never ever
Be a fake with girls again
POSTSCRIPT
Alas, for frail humanity
At least, alas for mine:
I did the best I could, I guess,
And most the time was fine
But it’s hard to be honest, when
You struggle, image-wise:
And when the person that your with’s
More comforted
By lies
To share is human:
Sequential
Many things come in a sequence,
We learn this while very young;
It’s not just letters,
It’s an alphabet —
Like night leads into day,
And spring to summer, fall to winter;
These patterns we can see
And don’t forget
Except, I think, the type of sequence
Called “a consequence”;
This type of thing we often
Don’t recall
Like knowing that lies lead to lies
And distrust, once uncovered;
And that self-centered pride
Leads to a fall
