The Truest Colour Is…

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The Truest Colour Is…

…none

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A poem by Ross Edward Fortune Lombardi

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The Truest Change

The Truest Flavour

The Truest Number

The Truest Touch

The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

None of these may be what you think.

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When revolutionaries wave their banners

Equal but opposite social reaction inevitably happens

Wild uncontrolled elastic snaps back and harms

The innocents are harmed for a so-called “greater good”

And for your rag on a bloody stick

When quiet respect for others has more impact than a marching mob

Then truest change is some

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The Truest Flavour

The Truest Number

The Truest Touch

The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

None of these may be what you assume

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Our tongues do not all act the same

Or like the same spices, sweet of dry

Why does it matter if he wears a dress or not?

If to save total strangers they are so unselfishly,

Willing to sacrifice themselves and die

When our mortal senses fool us constantly

Then the truest flavour is Yellow

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The Truest Number

The Truest Touch

The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

None of these may be what you heard

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I “RED” the word for tolerance in ancient Latin was tolerantia

Unless you know ancient Latin the tolerantia means mere gibberish

What they tell us to find offensive is only a sound

That has no meaning to us at all

IF we do not know that same language

If groups can only make such bad decisions

Then the truest number is one

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The Truest Touch

The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

None of these may be what you are told to feel

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All our feelings are held deep down

Bleeding long after flesh has visibly healed

All our hates, our loves, our fear feel the same to us all

The same all over,

Whether white, black, or brown

When these human constants mean so much more than our base clay perception

Then the Truest touch is inside

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The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!

What do you smell?

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When the colour Green rules with such a mighty fist

Manifesting as jealously, nature, greed, or paper.

Vile hate can make us all so much wealth

A stench of social conflict is both promised and promoted,

As social righteous ranting preaching

When constant bull shit is forever shoved up our collective noses

Then the truest scent is truth

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The Truest Colour

Do not trust what you think you see.

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What we call steam is not really steam

Just a cloud of dramatic huff and puff

What we label a fellow human is not the real them

Just silly fixation on the visible,

And loud “look at me” tangible stuff

When the unseen vapour of a kettle is the only real steam

Then the truest colour is none

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The Truest Change

The Truest Flavour

The Truest Number

The Truest Touch

The Truest Scent

The Truest Colour

None of these things I am required to believe,

Seems to be quite right, to me

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In essence, no colour really ever exists

Not taste, nor smell, nor physical touch is real to anyone other than us

Is it any wonder I get so enraged and pissed?

Like a brain in a bony jar,

We pollute our souls with childish lies

From fallible meat cameras, microphones, and nerve endings

Instead of wanting to see the reality of each of us inside!

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Is it so much to ask that we love and respect each other?

Instead of indulging hate and bile used to delude us all?

That we are not so impotent in our little meagre lives?

Unfounded, pretend pixie dust pride will cause our fall!

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When life is hard enough with life's grinding menusha

The constant shopping, the forever cleaning, and the kids as well

We are all far more alike than different

We do not need to do THIS lying crap to ourselves as well!

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When the truest change is Some

When the truest flavour is Yellow

When the truest number is One

When the truest touch is Inside

When the truest scent is Truth

When the truest colour is None

Then the rage at our species stupidity engulfs my reason

I lose my limited humanity and fragile empathy

I look down at you all and spit regretfully…

“SCREW THIS!”

“I AM NOW DONE!”

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So, take your beliefs to fight so hard for

So, take your personal taste

So, take your group, or pack that back you up

So, take your sensual lingering touch of skin

So, Take all your perfumes and bottles as well!

So, Take the colours you only think you see.

So, ALL These stupid excuses used to harm each one,

Each other

And one another.

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Shove them ALL right up your earthbound arses!

And STOP making…

… your own your totally unnecessary earthbound hells!

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