Josh Weiss Poems
|10.||What Babies Dream||6/14/2006|
|12.||Man's Best Friend||6/14/2006|
|13.||Cain And Abel||7/13/2006|
|18.||Saint Of Sin||7/31/2006|
Comments about Josh Weiss
Truth, what is truth? And is it aloof?
And if it is, where is the proof?
Is it something that comes in a revelation,
Does it follow some grand divine presentation?
And does truth stay the same through time,
Is there even truth within this rhyme?
Is it relative, only within the mind,
Or is it in objectivity that truth we find?
Is it the “veritas” that Pilate did mutter,
Or the unknowable forms Socrates did utter?
Truth, what is truth? Can it be found?
Will truth in our ears ever make a sound?
She had eyes the deep brown of desire
Fanning the flame of that yearning fire,
Brown hair swaying along her waist,
As she turned around and we faced
Each other for a moment too short,
And I envisioned romance of that sort
Where we embraced in pleasure and need,
On one another in one sexual deed.
But the moment passed and she walked on,