Black Poetry : What Is Truth?

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  1. UBNaturally

    UBNaturally Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Truth, you say?

    Who has Truth?
    Who desires Truth?
    Who can handle Truth?


    If one knows one can handle Truth, one also knows what Truth is... then why does one desire what one already knows?

    For one cannot see ones' own nose without the use of a reflection
    One cannot see purity and precision without the glimpse of perfection

    One that attempts to claim understanding while not comprehending the nature of One
    Clamoring to represent a conscious realm of exuberant thinking not knowing it can be undone

    Seeing into a dimension where the InnerG moves at will, time exists for the few that control and maintain
    Reading the arms on the device that manipulates the man and child to the woman remains the stain

    Who can break the cycle and reveal the proper view, into the place of time and space where none has ever knew?

    Thinking, Believing, Questioning, ever Knowing, always in a bind that restricts the ever flowing abyss...
    won't get too deep

    To give is to receive and to think is to believe, what you see is what you get, it is what it is...
    but to sow is also to reap.

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    You write your truth for us to see you
    Each persons truth may be different
    My normal
    May not be yours
    My truth being what I choose
    To believe
    Your truth is always welcomed
    While I determine if your truth
    Is what truth means to me
     
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