Tell me something true

 

Could you tell me something true?

If I wrote you a dream in return

would you whisper in rhyme

all that makes your sun shine through?

The things that sit so beautifully for you.

Would you give me a moment of time,

to learn a monumental piece of your life?

So that I can entwine it in this heart of mine.

Where all of my truth lives waiting to be unwound.

 

Could you tell me something true?

If I sung a fantasy

of evergreen sunset symmetry,

would you sink into my memories

and leave a memento of your life,

so that my mind can become a treasury

of the love you ignite?

And if I could whisper a truth to you,

would you listen,

let it sink into you?

If I spoke,

softly spoke the words,

would they land

in a warming cuddle

with the truth that embodies you?

 

Could you tell me something real?

Something honest,

something you are afraid to reveal,

for what you conceal

is the truth that will help you heal.

 

Could you tell me you truth?

I’ll give mine in return,

a bond we can only earn

when our worries are overturned

through our shared

honest desire to burn brighter than the sun.

A match that can’t burn away for anyone.

We can learn everything

that makes our hearts yearn

and flip it into something beautiful,

if we let the truth share its concern.

So, share with me a truth or two

and I’ll give all of me to you.

Its already yours anyway,

you only need to read the words I say.

 

 

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The animal people

 

The animal people are here.

The animal people are here.

They feed on your fear,

so keep it in a box locked in your heart

and keep the key held near.

 

The animal people howl.

The animal people wait.

They see the world in shades of hate,

hunting those different to them.

Those that wear different skins.

Those that live to see the world spin.

There is a thin line between evil and deluded

and these beasts sit

on the side with the red guy

with cloven hooves.

They spew the same convoluted untruths

to sow seeds of distrust amongst you.

 

The animal people are here.

The animal people are here.

They growl and spit, snarl and hiss.

They spray their piss upon your gate

to wrongly state that you

are owned by them.

The animal people grunt,

hackles over their backs.

The animal people hunt in packs

like rabid dogs on heat.

Always ready to attack,

they wander the streets,

looking for an innocent soul

on which to snack,

on which to feast.

Licking their lips over underage meat.

Tasting their own rotting teeth

as they vomit up their offerings

to these streets they claim as their beat.

 

The animal people rage, deranged.

The animal people rampage

through the awakened streets,

looking for souls that bleat,

souls that fear, souls that shake.

So they can herd them up

and force them to feed

on the shit that they serve,

the slop they dish up.

The animal people curse.

The animal people leer.

They take everything good,

spoil it for all, soiled in their tarnished

oil slick smears,

ruining the world we share.

Making life grim for everyone living here.

Preying on the weak,

painting the towns in greying shades of fear.

 

 

The animal people stare.

The animal people swear

that the world was better

before others came here.

The animal people are always on the prowl

for somewhere to rest their tiny piece of meat,

to feel their life is somehow complete

because they have mated, rolled over,

farted and gone to sleep.

Snoring through their bleated dreams

for they are really the sheep, it seems.

Following the loudest shouts

in a world full of angry screams.

 

The animal people are here.

Sing the song to warn everyone.

That the animal people are here.

They live and breathe the same air as we.

They take the same buses,

the same shuttles  

to the same jobs that we do.

They share the same world,

they see the same views,

but their view is smeared

with all the hate that they spew.

 

 

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Bathroom stall poet

 

You are

a bathroom stall poet,

scrawling your odes

to the road ahead

in lipstick smears on the walls.

A trail of tears.

Leaving your mark

where you've been,

before you up

and leave again.

A chameleon

worshiping at the ceramic throne,

white powder dusting your nose,

vomit left like

lose change on the ground below.

Your once glowing heart

now dulled and stained

with memories of yesterday

that flow down drains of history.

 

Never staying

in one place.

No stand still,

always after

the thrill of the chase,

but never wanting to stay

for the soft embrace.

Too scared to taste

the way happiness feels

when it isn’t laced with hurt,

like the scalding

coffee from the services

hitting your throat.

You relish the burn,

or so you tell yourself,

except in those quite moments

when the words come loose

and paint themselves over the notepad

that sits battered and bruised.

 

You left your roots dyed

in someone else’s bed.

You left your hope tied

to the dread

of being wanted

just for being you.

You swore off connections.

Severed emotions until your words

flowed like ice

stone still and not very nice.

Deleted the numbers

from your phone,

you scrawled

your heart on the walls,

screening all incoming calls.

in fear that one day destiny

may call and say

those words to you.

 

You are wanted

for just being you.

 

 

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