Black Rabbit

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The Truth - Poem by Black Rabbit

Ok, you want the truth, here it is:

The truth is that lives get lost.
Love doesn't always pay the cost.
People are mean and cruel.
Hate and anger is sometimes a fuel.

But the truth is equal parts good:

The truth is people come together.
To fight the storms they weather.
Salvation is out there.
Even if you don't know where.

Hearts don't always mend like they should:

People can cry in their sleep.
You can bury the pain deep.
But it comes again someday.
Because that is the way.

Somethings are better this way:

In the end is where we weigh the cost.
Of everything that is found and lost.
Things we think we cannot do without.
We might someday find in doubt.

The truth is no one can tell you the truth:

It's always what you think is real.
Of weather this is a good or bad deal.
It's up to you to hold close.
The things you love most.

What you do is up to you:

Keep doing what your doing or not.
Its up to you, its what you got.
If these words are true to your heart.
Then this is some special art.

The ending:

Some people you will find.
Don't like poems to rhyme.
You will also find too.
That some people do.


Comments about The Truth by Black Rabbit

  • (5/23/2009 11:58:00 AM)

    nice piece/ good to read, written eloquently and interestingly. (Report)Reply

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  • George F. Hunter (4/10/2009 4:55:00 AM)

    I like poems that rhyme, any old time
    Make it a habit, Mr. Black Rabbit!
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  • (3/31/2009 2:59:00 AM)

    This poem came just in right time for me. Thanks for sharing and made me really think it over while reading and re-reading it.
    'Things we think we cannot do without.
    We might someday find in doubt' - special thanks for these lines.
    Something unique here.10
    Best wishes.
    A.
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  • (3/14/2009 8:32:00 AM)

    I have an image in mind
    Of a different kind.
    A rabbit hurrying with no place to go
    As if Dorothy had told him so.
    So he's rushing too and fro
    With watch in hand
    As if he's in total command.
    But the truth, as we should know
    Is that White or Black the rabbit goes
    Mindlessly on a quest
    Of which we can only guess
    What the outcome will be.

    It'll be recorded in History.

    s
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2009



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