some journey
The truth is always controversial,
sensitive and painful, and above all, difficult.
One may not always speak the truth
because of possible upsets
for unsurveyable reaction consequences,
but still, nothing can tie down the truth.
So, better operate immediately, then,
than wait for metastases to explode.
Let's take for an example just an ordinary accusation,
like "The lady is a tramp", a very ordinary disappointment
of a banal and frustrated lover who has been deceived.
He may not say it in the open,
since there might be ladies who might be offended.
But if really she has cheated him,
what power in the universe can possibly deny that truth?
If there are protests, matters will thereby get only worse,
then there will certainly be great upsets,
and the whole matter might develop into drama,
melodrama, tragedy and even worse:
divorce and separation, suicide and murder!
Yes, unquestionably, irresistibly the truth must out,
or it will cause infection and get worse,
a simple diagnosis and a natural development.
When thus the facts have been established,
we may now proceed to see what we can do about the ruins.
If both parties have been naughty and deceived each other,
then there is a balance, and no harm is done,
and they can just continue being friends.
But if one part is innocent and has been hurt
there is a crisis of an upset balance
which unfortunately seldom can be rectified.
The victim gets no better for reacting,
and the perpetrator gets no better with a penalty.
The perpetrator can go on, the first deception is the worst,
the rest is easy; while the raped, deceived or violated victim
is the problematic issue here.
There will be more regrets in her than in the perpetrator,
and the higher her degree of innocence, the deeper damage.
She is called a 'her' here, but it might as well be any man.
Old bitter bachelors with secret traumas
carry with them for a medicine the syndromatic mantra:
"You loved her much more than any lady ever could deserve,"
and live in some kind of a gloomy limbo with the terrible conviction,
that the love they gave once was just wasted on ungratefulness;
and old maids that develop into dragons have a similar syndrome.
Of course, they are pathetically pitiful,
but usually unfortunately they are right.
If once we love with honesty, profundity and truth,
have we then not the right to expect something better
than just fornication, copulation, egoistic rape and sexual degradation,
wounds that cannot heal and mortifying traumas and deception?
If we once were born with a pure sense of love as an ideal,
what right has anyone to take away and ruin that ideal,
and may we not do anything and even boycott the whole world
from our universe for the protection of that delicate ideal?
And in such cases, truth will stand you by
as your best weapon for your guidance
out of all the human swamps of lies, deceptions,
egoism, abuse, confusion and destruction.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 10:29
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The intolerable truth
The truth is always controversial,
sensitive and painful, and above all, difficult.
One may not always speak the truth
because of possible upsets
for unsurveyable reaction consequences,
but still, nothing can tie down the truth.
So, better operate immediately, then,
than wait for metastases to explode.
Let's take for an example just an ordinary accusation,
like "The lady is a tramp", a very ordinary disappointment
of a banal and frustrated lover who has been deceived.
He may not say it in the open,
since there might be ladies who might be offended.
But if really she has cheated him,
what power in the universe can possibly deny that truth?
If there are protests, matters will thereby get only worse,
then there will certainly be great upsets,
and the whole matter might develop into drama,
melodrama, tragedy and even worse:
divorce and separation, suicide and murder!
Yes, unquestionably, irresistibly the truth must out,
or it will cause infection and get worse,
a simple diagnosis and a natural development.
When thus the facts have been established,
we may now proceed to see what we can do about the ruins.
If both parties have been naughty and deceived each other,
then there is a balance, and no harm is done,
and they can just continue being friends.
But if one part is innocent and has been hurt
there is a crisis of an upset balance
which unfortunately seldom can be rectified.
The victim gets no better for reacting,
and the perpetrator gets no better with a penalty.
The perpetrator can go on, the first deception is the worst,
the rest is easy; while the raped, deceived or violated victim
is the problematic issue here.
There will be more regrets in her than in the perpetrator,
and the higher her degree of innocence, the deeper damage.
She is called a 'her' here, but it might as well be any man.
Old bitter bachelors with secret traumas
carry with them for a medicine the syndromatic mantra:
"You loved her much more than any lady ever could deserve,"
and live in some kind of a gloomy limbo with the terrible conviction,
that the love they gave once was just wasted on ungratefulness;
and old maids that develop into dragons have a similar syndrome.
Of course, they are pathetically pitiful,
but usually unfortunately they are right.
If once we love with honesty, profundity and truth,
have we then not the right to expect something better
than just fornication, copulation, egoistic rape and sexual degradation,
wounds that cannot heal and mortifying traumas and deception?
If we once were born with a pure sense of love as an ideal,
what right has anyone to take away and ruin that ideal,
and may we not do anything and even boycott the whole world
from our universe for the protection of that delicate ideal?
And in such cases, truth will stand you by
as your best weapon for your guidance
out of all the human swamps of lies, deceptions,
egoism, abuse, confusion and destruction.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 466 times
Written on 2007-02-13 at 10:29
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