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Array ( [sid] => 3337 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Truth [time] => 2002-09-04 06:16:19 [hometext] => This is an ineteresting, questionable concept which most great poets through time, as well as many philosophers have believed is the truth about the soul itself.... [bodytext] => During the Medieval ages,
When Chaucer and tales
Ruled most pages,
There began a realisation between
The poets and thinkers
About the unseen...
Developing through Renaiscence years,
Shakespeare and Coleridge
Played on spiritual fears
They wrote of the loneliness
Of lifes journey on water
Despite having family,
A son, wife and a daughter,
They felt chillingly isolated
As if all through their lives
They'd been seperated,
And this they saw as the truth:
Society blinds, as well as sweet youth
From the pains there are to come,
When Wordsworth felt
Everlastingly numb,
And Coleridge wrote his own epitaph
As many around him
Enjoyed the last laugh.

In his Romantic work,
On metaphysics,
He writes in such,
Simplistic lyrics,
Of the loneliness of the soul,
Amongst the universe as a whole;

"Alone, alone, all all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea,
And never a saint took pity,
On my soul in agony"
Coleridge, Rime of the Ancient Mariner

And in modern times,
TS Elliot creeps
About the page
Stressing the leaps
So wrongful by mankind,
Walking on edges of cliffs again,
Ever more stupid, ever more blind,

Poets were once,
So well known
For inviting wild children
Into their home,

By these I mean children
Left unexposed,
To societies conditioning,
Products and prose,
These were the children,
Brought up in the wild,
Seen each as a blessing,
A "truth knowing" child.

And this was the truth they believed,
Though many say they were all so depressed,
It's hard to know if the depression brought "truth",
Or if knowing the truth brought the rest.

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The Truth

Contributed by phildel on Wednesday, 4th September 2002 @ 06:16:19 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

During the Medieval ages,
When Chaucer and tales
Ruled most pages,
There began a realisation between
The poets and thinkers
About the unseen...
Developing through Renaiscence years,
Shakespeare and Coleridge
Played on spiritual fears
They wrote of the loneliness
Of lifes journey on water
Despite having family,
A son, wife and a daughter,
They felt chillingly isolated
As if all through their lives
They'd been seperated,
And this they saw as the truth:
Society blinds, as well as sweet youth
From the pains there are to come,
When Wordsworth felt
Everlastingly numb,
And Coleridge wrote his own epitaph
As many around him
Enjoyed the last laugh.

In his Romantic work,
On metaphysics,
He writes in such,
Simplistic lyrics,
Of the loneliness of the soul,
Amongst the universe as a whole;

"Alone, alone, all all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea,
And never a saint took pity,
On my soul in agony"
Coleridge, Rime of the Ancient Mariner

And in modern times,
TS Elliot creeps
About the page
Stressing the leaps
So wrongful by mankind,
Walking on edges of cliffs again,
Ever more stupid, ever more blind,

Poets were once,
So well known
For inviting wild children
Into their home,

By these I mean children
Left unexposed,
To societies conditioning,
Products and prose,
These were the children,
Brought up in the wild,
Seen each as a blessing,
A "truth knowing" child.

And this was the truth they believed,
Though many say they were all so depressed,
It's hard to know if the depression brought "truth",
Or if knowing the truth brought the rest.

Copyright © phildel ... [ 2002-09-04 06:16:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Truth (User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on Wednesday, 4th September 2002 @ 06:30:04 AM AEST
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WOW! powerfully written, as a poet and a philosopher... I am inspired by this piece, and how truthful it is. -jason

Re: The Truth (User Rating: 1 )
by Phildel on Wednesday, 4th September 2002 @ 09:47:44 PM AEST
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Thankyou very much Jason, much appreciated!!

Phildel xx

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