Truth

Truth

A Poem by Laz K.
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One can talk about the truth, or live it. The former is more profitable, more respected and rewarded by the world. The latter is usually a quiet, unassuming affair.

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The gardener worked quietly 
Among the flowers, bending low, 
Face almost touching the earth, 
Pulling up weeds with hands as 
Rough as tree bark, face tranquil, 
Undisturbed as the summer sea 
What a blessing to be so alone and 
Unnoticed, forgotten by the world 
But so alive, surrounded by speechless, 
Vital beauty 
I loosened my tie 
A dead man’s noose 
I unbuttoned my white shirt 
A dead man’s shroud 
I felt envy and shame 
Seeing a life that seemed 
More sacred, good and honest 
Than standing on a pulpit 
With a mouth full of dead letters 
Talking about Truth

© 2019 Laz K.


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Wow... I'm stunned, Laz. Absolutely beautiful work here!

I love the lines "I loosened my tie / A dead man’s noose / I unbuttoned my white shirt / A dead man’s shroud." Those have to be my favorite here.

It can be so calming and yet so unnerving, seeing someone live in a world that we aim for. It seems all they have to do to live is to exist, and to exist can sometimes be hard on its own, especially seeing that our dreams have already been accomplished through other, simpler means. Everyone is on their own journey, and the difficult truth is that every journey will be difficult in it's own way, and we all find our way to our goals simply by pushing past the envy developed over those who have already made it. It can be inspirational, or it can be infuriating - life is the blank slate and we are the paint, ready to become a masterpiece or just another draft. Great work!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

1 Week Ago

Thanks for your review. It is very insightful, and your words really helped me to further understand.. read more
chrysantheranium

1 Week Ago

My pleasure! :)



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I liked this one, my take is that it is about returning to nature. With the tie as a noose representing our time spent at work, forgetting to be amazed by the wonders that surrounds us.

I'm no poetry guy, and that take might be way off, but that's what i got.

Posted 7 Hours Ago


Laz K.

3 Minutes Ago

You're not off at all. Yeah, returning to Nature, to what's natural, sincere and simple - that's wha.. read more
Wow... I'm stunned, Laz. Absolutely beautiful work here!

I love the lines "I loosened my tie / A dead man’s noose / I unbuttoned my white shirt / A dead man’s shroud." Those have to be my favorite here.

It can be so calming and yet so unnerving, seeing someone live in a world that we aim for. It seems all they have to do to live is to exist, and to exist can sometimes be hard on its own, especially seeing that our dreams have already been accomplished through other, simpler means. Everyone is on their own journey, and the difficult truth is that every journey will be difficult in it's own way, and we all find our way to our goals simply by pushing past the envy developed over those who have already made it. It can be inspirational, or it can be infuriating - life is the blank slate and we are the paint, ready to become a masterpiece or just another draft. Great work!

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

1 Week Ago

Thanks for your review. It is very insightful, and your words really helped me to further understand.. read more
chrysantheranium

1 Week Ago

My pleasure! :)

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Laz K.
Laz K.

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