The Truth

The Truth No, No; No! Be careful, Do not wake the monster He I Am sleeping And have slept endlessly Although the spite rests uneasily on my tongue I would rather it were so I have no wish to loose the verbal hurricane No desire to feel the rage I do not want to issue tirades of condemnation I do not think I know enough I am not a judge I beg you Do not push me to this Wake this monster at our peril My belief in injustice Is as acute and as refined as your own My voice I would rather use for other Prettier things Than to gather the rights and wrongs And all the other collectable scenarios Understanding Understanding is the taste sensation My pallet desires Understanding initiates love Indicates love Ah! speak kindly Speak of love Talk to me as if As if I were you and had all the experience You yourself have had As if I knew each breath, verb, noun and emotion Know that when you were lost So was I Know that in your desperation All you craved was this This understanding Reach in to me See So separate are we Yet so closely We know the Truth