The Men You Knew

Listen to the silence speaking
loudly in your inner ear.
Hear the truth of motive,
loud and clear. He never
meant the words he said to you.
He never knew the meaning
that lay deep within the truth
of all that is.

For a little time, he'd talked you
into sharing all the bliss you'd given
him. 'Twas then his blind belief
in time extended itself into you.
And so you grew, too much like him,
even as the all of you seemed withered.
And the heaven that he'd promised you
just came to be another living hell.
Screwed. That was the only word
of truth he'd given you.

As all the lust that he named love
began to move right through you.
As if you were no more than just a furnace.
Fueled by his seeds, still so untamed.
And all his shame became your own,
somehow. The patterns didn't matter
anymore, not then, with him. For he'd
enhanced no more than agonies of sin,
before he'd chosen to abandon you again.

Lover, brother, father - did it matter...?
They loved each other well, the men you
knew. But never had they ever really
loved the real of you. As they claimed
that you had never understood them.
Rejection based on fear yet once again.

Lover, brother, father - did it matter...?
They loved each other well, the men you
knew. But never had they ever really
loved the real of you. Just listen to his
silence speaking - deep within the womb
that must be you...

? Michaelette ?

1/27/2004
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