Human Truth

Seeking human truth

Seeking human truth
The sharp edge of human truth
Too cold a heart, and a man will freeze-up
Too hot a heart, and a man will burn up

Human truth is a patch up of finely scented sentiments
Good enough to build empires but poor enough to destroy them then

I look up at the church bell tower

Sitting on the roof a single black crow
Cawing loudly in the early hour
Echoing in the cool morning glow

As if human truth were his alone
As if he taught men all he’s ever known

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012