Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Let me tell the tale of a little sin,
Something uncomfortable—I should name—
The sad, tragic story of the win-win,
Where win’s in the name, but losing’s the game.
In this world it is a belovéd shame—
People love to have a close peek inside—
They love to know your truth while they all hide,
Then they pray to their god for their own way.
If you counter that with truth, they will chide—
Scapegoat the messenger—no time to pray.
But here is the truth—something dark within
Must corrupt the soul like a shadowed flame
Darkening illumination—light thin
Like oxygen on high—it takes the blame
For the soul suffocation left in frame.
I never bring this up just to deride
Pure expressions of belief—faith aside;
However, faith and belief shouldn’t say
Whatever wind may blow—or even glide—
Scapegoat the messenger—no time to pray.
It is here in this story’s dusty bin—
The place where we keep things we need to tame—
That the truth can be dropped, heard like a pin
By all who have been hurt but still became.
That’s right! This verse shall never proclaim
That convenience should ever preside
Over the truth in Christ— Church must subside
For its efforts to silence does betray
Their desire to misguide and then say:
Scapegoat the messenger—no time to pray.
Dearest Church, I address you to reclaim
A truth I know you will never provide—
And once it is heard it’s here to stay—
You cannot—nay!—will not, I must confide,
Scapegoat this messenger—no!—not today.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobetlange.com, March 4, 2026.
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Tristan how do you live day to day being so deep in thought like this about the world? Maybe I’m trying to know your truth just to help with the struggle of mine. Great poem btw… I hate living sometimes cause it feels like hell.
Demar, thank you for speaking so openly… the world can weigh heavily when we start looking closely at truth and injustice. Poetry is where I place those thoughts so they do not live in my head all day. 😂 You are not alone in feeling that struggle sometimes. I am glad the poem resonated, my friend.. ⛪🔥📜🙏
Tristan this poem could be dedicated to Baruch Spinosa who was excommunicated at 23 and given a writ of herem that did not specify exactly what but for the crime of heresy he was given curses and to this day none rescinded. His main thesis was follow the truth wherever it leads. Religion is not ready for that. Nicely written Tristan
Soren, thank you my friend… bringing Spinoza into the conversation is a fascinating connection. The courage to follow truth wherever it leads has always come with a cost, especially when institutions feel threatened by it. I appreciate the thoughtful lens you brought to the poem, dear friend. ⛪🔥📜🙏
You are most welcome my friend
There's one who ain't got any shame - we knows him! Glug! lol
Orchi… ah yes, the shameless one. Every village has one and every tavern has two. Honestly thought, I now have images of P glugging to Garth Brooks covering Billy Joel’s song. Can you see him it that cowboy and ______? Don’t finish or answer that! 😂⛪🔥📜🙏
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