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?
An old shadow has returned from the dark,
A shadow deep with truth, naked and stark.
Man shudders at its return to the light,
Quivering from the darkened yawning might,
As the shadow forms into that of man,
The thing from which before we all had ran
In deep fear of some sorrow to be learned,
A dismal secret into our souls burned.
For with our hands controlling bright flame,