Relative Truth

Morality must be relative,
for there may be more than one equation to form a solution,
more than one righteous answer.

Perception is relative,
Truth is relative,
Morality is relative.

And relativity is a science
Science is math
Math is Truth, relatively.

Our Knowledge of Truth
Absurdly comparing with another's
Unparalleled, but congruent.

Spring into Summer

We must get through each winter before the summer
And attitude turns with the weather
In the sun, everything is possible, neigh,
Necessary, and who are we to oppose this instinct?
I know not what calls me to travel -
Adventure, escape, love, or immortality
I have identified my world and cannot humbly phrase it,
We must move past the confines of comfort and throw ourselves into the unknown,
So the world can relatively place us among fitting counterparts,
For when I walk this path I know I cannot find my own
I must leave fait to energy and only hope for the best,
Not search for it
Triumph should come naturally.

1/31/13

Someplace I cannot get to without you

Though I might deny that much to be true

I know enough to see I'm a fool

At least that's unless I have enough of you

No matter our lives, if we're in it together

Whether in success, illness, or pleasure

We may both be great but together we're better

Surely that's high as is able to measure

 

Even if this moment is only fleeting

Even though someday one of us'll be retreating

The truth is that we can grow in love

Appreciation of selves, surrounding, and above

It's easy to cast aside, disregard, and place blame

But we search for a love so our souls can remain

And we must not lose sight of our quest for meaning,

Connection, reflection, that for which we are fiending

January 17, 2013

So distracted
Blaming technology as I'm absorbed into it, hiding from mirrors
Just my face reflecting back in the computer screen
A blank one, timeless
My pen is lost
And if this path continues, my words will be lost in the pages of no one else's history
Because there is a world outside of both where I have lived and what I've become
When the years pass
Will my hair be knotted or straight
If I wash it today these dreads won't detangle
But the roots will be clean
I will be just a reflection of my choosing,
(And of course your reaction)

what to do

What to do with endless time, take a lover, make a rhyme, find a reckless party or commit a victimless crime, grow some food and eat it, try to earn a dime

What to do with endless sense, taste a berry, feel a quench, hear a tune of much content or see impossible become consequence

And what to do with endless knowledge around, read a book, interpret a frown, turn your picture upside-down, learn to walk with no feet on the ground

What to do with endless bliss, with everything there's naught to miss, conqueror of nothingness, unneeding of that or this.

The Shape that Carves the Line

Carvings of simple shapes and lines
Marking an extraordinary level of history
And modern profound thought
Is lost in drawers and cupboards
Buried deep behind this week's laundry
Underneath bills from last month
And a wedding invitation
So many directions of insight
Are muddled behind the everyday
Keeping with responsibilities
And the Joneses
Our race is in a race to fail or succeed
Creativity has already been done
As meaning is argued, not interpreted
In finding significance for a renaissance
By setting a standard, we have lost
Hidden art that could revolutionize
The shape that carves the line

Deja Vu

The animals began to have deja vu
So they prayed for long term memory
Ask, and you shall receive
The created things to remember, names, stories, recipes
And for every memory gained
One must be forgotten
Maybe only temporarily, yet
Enough to impact their time
As intelligent and advanced as they became
So went their troubles
And with the end of their time
Couldn't remember what went wrong

A quick poem of desperation

The energy around
We all Know and feel
Inside everyone
We can be lucid
We can be one
As many
We can understand this energy
And create a world
Instead of destroying one