The Real -ism
Realism provides no schism
This ism convicts like a prison
Recognizing in all, beauty
Better than a Cutie
My mind is blown
No longer a stone
Enraptured I'm lost
But at no cost
You say "I Doubt"
Half in, Half out
You fell on your sword
No wonder you're bored
Only this life: to short
Even to retort
From the makeshift island beach
Lets hear you preach
Apparently, you know a lot
as you taught
'bout knowing so little
I can't help but giggle
I say it's true
That's my view
Why so tense
Don't take offense
Now I'm a relativist
In a lover's tryst
With me myself and I
My dillusions... Oh hi
Another ism of subjectivity
This dominion of triviality
Objective reality silently heard
In the origin of Word
Objects wait, forming
While we we stand nonconforming
To Beauty, Good, and Truth
A universal info booth
Unless we lift the eye of our soul
It will take a crippling toll
This challenge is ripe
Perfect for the human type
"Know this life is real"
Correct all false appeal
All may, with certainty, Know
But on it there is no perfect bow
Today just know we live
Truly, in that we give
Go ahead and talk
But do not balk
From the reason of realism
Get rid of this 'feel-ism'
Love is what the world needs
In all its deeds
Empiricism oh so mighty
But so cold and tidy
Heartless in your nature
Love clamors while you encage her
Love is the drug
That gives a hug
Harder and stronger than hate
Transforming it, not one moment too late
But if you insist on this 'feel-ism'
Which lacks the vitality of the real -ism
I implore you at the very least
to consider in front of you, the feast
Which could be yours
Through the open doors
You are dying to behold
Of which as a kid you were told
Realism posseses flaws
Amidst its yawning jaws
But to find the best
Is the ultimate test
This is it, I guarantee
Follow me, you'll see
What your life could entail
Success or fail
Will you take my hand
As well as a stand
Against suppressing weights
Will you pass through the gates?