Untitled (Truth)

Come, sit, I just want to converse for a few verses,
Curses and praise, please place them aside for this purpose,
What we say, needn't be fancy flamboyant or far fetched,
Dialogue dancing, waltzing with words with debonair dialect,
Literary Anglosacsic linguistic phenom tactics,
Taking years of rigorous redundant and premeditated practice,
An addiction to diction, hooked on Hamlet, too fond of phonics,
I've got grammatical grand practical plans for simple speech tonics!

The chemical composition comprises of rudimentary compound components,
Primary prerequisite pieces pact in phonetic potions potent,
Basic A B C's of our B.A.'s, M.D.'s and G.E.D.'s,
An assorted array of asinine abbreviated B.S. and PhD's;

You see; a Book plus Reading,
Equals a tempered Mind that's breathing,
Mental asphyxiation is like a healthy heart not beating,
But pleading, bleeding to be given a voice for speaking;

Your voice.

So, come, sit, I just want to converse for a few stanzas and lines,
Unwind wound thoughts from the cerebrum of our minds,
Remind me why I'm here, and perhaps you'll remember too along the way,
We may find there was a time that we were both made to proclaim and say;
"Indeed, we bare witness" and so the question begs itself to be asked,
Who were we speaking to, and before we were was there a past?

Come, let's calm these questions, these queries and qualms,
You've tried it all; theories, rhythms, reading palms, crying rivers & songs,
From the genesis of your thoughts you've read it all from Genesis to Psalms,
The Marks, the Mathews, the Lukes, the Peters, Paul's and Johns - and the list goes on ... and on.

But there's hope, even for the hopeless,
Spiritually homeless, broke and broken, tired and boneless,
Give me a chance, let me wash your wounds in my worry,
How, where, what, when, who and why, tell me, I'm in no hurry,
Patient prayers under my barely palpable breath,
Will be all you hear as I listen with all that I have left.

I'm just a shattered soul reaching out to others shattered,
Beaten, bloodied - STILL STANDING THOUGH - but bruised & battered,
Thoughts scattered, but a single Truth shines clear,
And this Truth demands to be shared ... so here.