truth (poem)

Posted on February 25, 2009 by Matt

And let the truth be rung on high in doorsteps without pause
for time is coming when truth will not correspond with laws.

And on broken back of torment build, the peddler peddles it still
for truth cannot hide, for beauty must be lit, as freedrom speaks, it must submit.

And in darkness lift from burden bury, to cold winter night to summer’s fresh berry
rejoice the truth that sweetens the rain, that clings to hearts, and humbles with shame.

And pronounce the truth until its reduced, to druken man’s opine… But even then,
me and mine will bellow the truth while there’s still time.


  • Andrew on February 25th, 2009

    This brings back memories. That poem is almost four years old now!

  • Andrew on February 25th, 2009

    Err, make that “over three.”

  • Kates on February 25th, 2009


  • Ed on February 25th, 2009

    I really enjoyed this man, very well written, very meaningful. And that’s the truth…

  • T on February 25th, 2009

    Very pretty I didnt know you wrer a poet

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