The door to truth can never be opened
When one is surrounded by
deceptive doors,
Either they will stand paralyzed—
Fears frigidly freezing their legs
And seizing their hearts
Or they will walk through the portal
That leads to the outer weeping darkness
Where chattering teeth gnash.
They will either walk through damnation’s doors
While Listening through earplugs of apathy—
Deceived by perpetual privilege,
Or they will be immobilized
By uncertainty’s ubiquitous underbelly—
Locked in devastating death.
One can not walk in through truth
When they are surrounded
By the damnable doors of deception.
Cotton stuffed ears of comfort—
Will never ever find room to hear
Past one’s own fears.
They will either hear nothing at all,
Surrounded by the echoes bouncing
Off of their own osseous prison,
Or they will only hear
That with which their damaged ears
Are cushioned and stuffed.
Either they will only hear
The ill-advised, poisonous voices
Inside the deceptive doors,
Or they will hear nothing,
Stuck in solitary, sedentary stasis
In their own echo chamber.
One cannot stuff their ears
With the cotton of comforting conformity
And expect to get out alive.
There’s only one way to start walking
Toward the delightful door
Of divine utopic destination.
One will either open their ears,
Hear words that are hard to hear
But inevitably remove all fears,
Or they will stuff them shut
And open their ignorant mouths
Without hearing their own sound.
Either they will stuff those ears—
Filling them to the brim
In a styrofoam frenzy,
Or they will open them up,
Taking out any plugs
To face the truth head on.
There’s only one way to walk
Through the door of delightful, earthly
Peace and good will toward humans:
Love.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem, ‘Doors,’ once again draws inspiration from The Doors, serving as a spiritual sequel to my poem ‘One Out of Five.’ It dives into spiritual truths often overlooked by those entrenched in civic religion, exploring the barriers we create to progress, understanding and enlightenment.
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Comments6
Wise words that one must loose fear to hear the truth before one can hear it. Nicely done
Thank you Soren, for your wonderful words of encouragement and your summation of my poem's point. Indeed, you are spot on, my friend! 💯 Thank you for your words of insight. ❤️🙏
Those with closed minds only hear what they want to hear ( especially if the truth effects them), those with open minds may not agree but will listen. Great read, Thank you Tristan
Thank you Tobani! Your read and fave are very much appreciated, my friend. As is your wisdom! Many thanks! 🙏☺️
You are very welcome
When you put it like that, the light seems to flicker more brightly & come on which in turn, shows one the way .. Neville 👍
Thank you my dear friend. Indeed, this one felt like a needed follow up to One Out of Five. That one points out the situation, this poem shows the way out of it. Thank you, again, for your astute and wise observation. ❤️🙏
Powerful write
Thank you Tony! Much appreciated, my friend! 🙏❤️
You're welcome
Much to contemplate in this superbly crafted poem Tristan. We are all on a journey. I guess most will say ‘ I did it my way’. A long time since I listened to the Doors. Time to change that. Have a good rest of weekend dear poet.
Thank you Cassie! As for The Doors indeed! They’re really hitting the spot right now. Thanks again for the read and feedback! Much appreciated, my friend! 🙏❤️
I never knew there was so much to doors - well, I know now! lol.
😂Indeed, as you can see from the image, they’re a bit like the red pill/blue pill in The Matrix! 🤣 Thank you my friend!!!
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