Poetry / confrontation

             to night i heard a prayer
                something riddled with hidden
                         meaning

“i could ask
  you wouldnt tell (does it matter-
              no it dont)
  i could yell you
             wont speak
Something open for discussion      and       discomfort
     seams so bleak that only
               nothing sounds so furiously
   to make a deaf man’s mind bleed
            do not taste the fouler liquids
    the one you poison ever deep
             until your brain starts oozing liquids
     and your mind begins to seep
our children see the difference
        and our parents see the truth
but will you ever only see
     My everlasting love
              for you
help him to understand
    that what they say it isnt due
           that although my love is
hard for him to comprehend just doesnt
  make it un-true
leave me be
    R.I.P.
         and to night maybe ill sleep
amen”

so with discomfort in my calculator
     adding 777 to your simple 666
and maybe one more dream is all you
            need to understand the true face
     behind these deeds
                             [if only you could show your mind
                          out in the deep pockets of space
                                     the greed and i love i once showed you
                                might ease your weary plane
                             and grip you when the wind blows
                            and hold you tightly when it snows
                                            and when its heated save your
                                breathe cause ill still it
                                        when the stars begin to glow
                                  so finish your prayer
                                            my dreary wife
                                       and lay your tired life upon Your bed
                                    and when the final act is over
                                your queer audience might find you dead]