I've never done a poem in CoT before, and only a single one in the Library that was written years ago. A lot of my poetry doesn't make it to an audience, but this was an opportunity to try something new and take myself out of my comfort zone. Enjoy.
You will search as far as your eyes can gaze
And construct untold ways to see further.
There exists a constant demand for truth
And in searching quite so desperately
You hope you might discover what is true.
If you were granted the capacity
Of a billion lifetimes and scoured
The depths of the void, your search would still end
In failure. The truth is not found in stars,
Nor in atoms. Nature has no reason
Or inclination to produce such truth
For itself. It merely encompasses
Those axioms around which certain laws
Have been inexorably established.
Only men make facts, and only men wish
For classifications of what is real.
On reality, I can provide answers.
There is good, and evil. And there is love,
Upon the precipice of which is truth.
It overlooks canyons of delusion
A happy monster that has devoured
Men consensually for centuries.
I must warn you that slipping is easy
Though countless individuals have leapt
Blindly forth with no regard for safety.
Perhaps this great fall appears inviting,
For life in deception is easier
Than facing truth. Truth comes without trinkets
Or fanfare. Truth is not self-important.
It must stand to exist for its own sake,
Not in arrogance, but in harmony
With the few who accept it as it is.
Below truth, in the endless chasm of faith
And fantasy, there is a vast ocean
Of more clear symbols than the Pacific
Has molecules of water. Beneath the waves
You will find emblems of love, fear, sadness
Anger, and the complete human spectrum
Of emotion. This is the real dwelling
Of society, of heaven and ######,
Of everything that stands between a man
And the truth. Untold scores of men will live
Out the rest of their days and die here,
Either glimpsing truth and rejecting it
Or tragic enough to have it eclipsed
Their entire life. Down there, men claim to know
The truth, and display it to the masses
In a seemingly exalted format.
They will say that this is the only truth,
That any others will lead you astray
And turn your soul to ash. Do not be fooled.
This is a hollow shell of the great truth,
The empty and decaying chrysalis
That no two men will ever view the same.
In reality, this is the cocoon
The absolute truth had to soar out from
Before journeying up beyond the cliffs.
If a man were to ever seek this truth
He begins in a dark simulation,
Where all the new children of men are born
With misled eyes. He must ascend alone,
Armed only with a simple climbing axe
Called choice. If a man should reach the summit
Of veracity, he will discover
The pointlessness with which all others persist
In their motions. Compared to the one truth
On the high peak, everything seems useless.
This is because, despite man's achievements,
Love is the real, final resolution,
The solitary absolution of sin,
And the single quantifiable truth
That gives a value to being a man.
This is the truth, which you may align with
Or disregard pursuing mirages.
Only love, the rightly miraculous,
Immaculate conception of mankind
Can transcend the very realms of divinity
Or desire, and exist gloriously
As truth. Clearly our finest creation,
Love just is, and exists for its own sake.
This pinnacle of our young legacy,
One that belongs to all who accept it
As their avatar, is our greatest hope
For everlasting continuity.
Edited by Cederak, Jan 26 2014 - 01:55 PM.