Question: What Is Truth?
What is truth?
Is it a sugar coated mess
To soothe the ears,
Quenching one's fear
And drying tears?
Is it peering in one's reflection?
Is it a personal selection
Of neat little platitudes
Posted on the fridge?
Kid's poems projecting life's
Basic philosophies on
How to treat your neighbor,
The golden rule or how it's cool to be nice?
Is truth theory turned fact,
Backed with a vast array
Of what scientists say?
Or do you play with the rambles
Of gurus?
Is it pursuing the unknown,
Stewing on deep thoughts
Sought in a book bought
In a used bookstore,
Teaching truth is the core
Of you're being?
Is it seeing old age spirituality
Projected through New Age
Visions on how to live out decisions
On what to eat,
The spouse you meet,
Or the occultic benefits of
Being neat,
Or how to beat
Negativity with positive
Energy?
Is it bringing consciousness
To its peak,
Being overly deep
And speaking drawn out
And monotoned
Because you're stoned,
And believing insight
Is spewing from the bright
Light across the room?
Or is truth the assumed?
Is it the accumulation
Of advanced education?
Is it legislation
Of government authorities,
Superiority in suits
Having minute disputes
On what this 200 year old
Paper actually means?
Or is it movie scenes and what
The media provides,
Placing a divide in the mind
Of preteen girls
Who must hurl in order to be
The leanest in the world
And can't decide
If they should hide
The fact they like people of the same gender?
Or is truth being
Force fed a blender
Full of liberal ideologies
On masculinity
And the divinity
Of humanistic individuality
Cultivated by the anti-religious
And wounded personalities
Infected with bitter attitudes?
Is it contorting biblical parables
And beattitudes
For the supporting of a broad path
Where if you do the math,
All ways lead to Heaven?
Is it becoming one with my earthly brethren,
Spreading the love as we shove morality
And reality from the top story window,
Frantically trying to sew
Back together the worn
Torn edges of humanity,
In vanity placing all of their chips
In the quest in
Answering the ultimate question
In which all of life's lessons
Cannot reveal?
To me,
Because of what I've seen
And heard and the absurd
Backwards life I've led,
Truth can't be contained in the head,
For I believe Truth bled
For me
So I could be
Free,
So I could truly feel,
For the real
Answer is not in what is truth,
But in Whom.
But most are doomed to never see
That truth is He.
Is it a sugar coated mess
To soothe the ears,
Quenching one's fear
And drying tears?
Is it peering in one's reflection?
Is it a personal selection
Of neat little platitudes
Posted on the fridge?
Kid's poems projecting life's
Basic philosophies on
How to treat your neighbor,
The golden rule or how it's cool to be nice?
Is truth theory turned fact,
Backed with a vast array
Of what scientists say?
Or do you play with the rambles
Of gurus?
Is it pursuing the unknown,
Stewing on deep thoughts
Sought in a book bought
In a used bookstore,
Teaching truth is the core
Of you're being?
Is it seeing old age spirituality
Projected through New Age
Visions on how to live out decisions
On what to eat,
The spouse you meet,
Or the occultic benefits of
Being neat,
Or how to beat
Negativity with positive
Energy?
Is it bringing consciousness
To its peak,
Being overly deep
And speaking drawn out
And monotoned
Because you're stoned,
And believing insight
Is spewing from the bright
Light across the room?
Or is truth the assumed?
Is it the accumulation
Of advanced education?
Is it legislation
Of government authorities,
Superiority in suits
Having minute disputes
On what this 200 year old
Paper actually means?
Or is it movie scenes and what
The media provides,
Placing a divide in the mind
Of preteen girls
Who must hurl in order to be
The leanest in the world
And can't decide
If they should hide
The fact they like people of the same gender?
Or is truth being
Force fed a blender
Full of liberal ideologies
On masculinity
And the divinity
Of humanistic individuality
Cultivated by the anti-religious
And wounded personalities
Infected with bitter attitudes?
Is it contorting biblical parables
And beattitudes
For the supporting of a broad path
Where if you do the math,
All ways lead to Heaven?
Is it becoming one with my earthly brethren,
Spreading the love as we shove morality
And reality from the top story window,
Frantically trying to sew
Back together the worn
Torn edges of humanity,
In vanity placing all of their chips
In the quest in
Answering the ultimate question
In which all of life's lessons
Cannot reveal?
To me,
Because of what I've seen
And heard and the absurd
Backwards life I've led,
Truth can't be contained in the head,
For I believe Truth bled
For me
So I could be
Free,
So I could truly feel,
For the real
Answer is not in what is truth,
But in Whom.
But most are doomed to never see
That truth is He.