they want so much to cover it

the consciences they wish were loose

these strangled souls who know abuse

in homes where love has turned

to shit

Kaleidoscopic you,
You’re everywhere I look;
Each whole or partial view
A story, or a book —

Liking crawling on a frame,
Or walking on the moon,
Perspectives all the same;
Your song is every tune —

For now, I’ll simply gaze,
Or gawk, or maybe stare:
Your pattern’s filled the sky
Your face is
Everywhere

here’s a riddle for the soul.
tell me: what can make you whole
even though you’re found in parts;
what delivers broken hearts
back to better lives above?
what can bring us flawless love?
what divides the night from day,
stands beside us every day,
tickles necks like blowing wind,
and brings rest to those chagrined?

what divides us from the lies
and is there for open eyes?

all you’re ever doing’s acting
everything you say’s a lie
throw some truth in, some small facting
you could do it if you’d try

maybe just a touch of healing
instead of dishonesty
truth and love and hope and feeling
they’re all worth it
try
and
see