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. 🤘💀🖤
Most people accept a teaching’s essence,
Even though they’ve never examined its logic
Internally, comfort in certainty leaves its mark
Skeletal sapience builds with severed truth
Tyranny absorbs the new “civilized” schema
Eventually, fomenting fear suppresses scholar
Religion—but one example of a larger point
pause,
for wisdom will only speak slowly—softly—
once
Every person should commit to inner calm
Creation’s credence is found within silence
Knowledge worships Sophia, oculus animi
Heaven’s gates are found through process
Awareness is the only response—attunement
Resist the ones who decry truth as insane
Teachings that breathe life—make your center
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 12, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece employs my Biaxial Parallax form, using dual acrostics across opposing axes—one formed by the opening letters, the other by the closing. As an added constraint, the last letters of the end words are also acrostic. As the poem shifts, so too does its meaning—revealing how understanding depends on where one stands… and what one is willing to notice.
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Comments5
Master Speak brings master’s peak should subservient listening hear. Either way, a choice has to and is concurrently being made each moment if each day.🕊️🙏🏻
This poem is deeply philosophical and looks at the outside but feels the internal. Well done my friend
Well written. Your poem revolves around the tension between blind acceptance of teachings and the pursuit of true wisdom through self-reflection and inner calm. The poet highlights the pitfalls of conformity and the importance of seeking deeper understanding, suggesting that true knowledge comes from silence and contemplation rather than external doctrines.
Good write T.
Popeye don't know about Biaxial Parallaxes. He only knows about one thing (mainly) and WCAT of what it is! lol.
Philosophy can be so sweet. This is beautiful dear Tristan 🌹
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