Classical Truth

It was an early morning sunrise and the blog just opened up
and the words poured out like melting ice overflowing a cup
and the writer was avoiding the dream of reaching for more
and the audience was silent not sure what they were there for
and that hurt them all right to the fragile core

break through the ice now Mona Lisa
don't let Da Vinci win again
cast off your stony stare Medussa
wake to the power of the pen

I know you hear me
dear sleeping child
I know you feel me
in dreams so wild
they almost scare you
but you are wise
for you know trust and that dares you to use your eyes
and you see truth where it is found
within your mind,
within your heart,
within your thighs

it was a deep and dark December when the writer first began
to heal and somehow survive was the first and only plan
to understand the madness of denial and betrayal
stand and deliver now is truth that all we did was fail?

break through the doubt now lonely Vincent
don't lose your head or ear again
cast off your thorny crown now Jesus
wake to the power of the pen

I know you hear me
dear magic bean
I know you feel me
in sights unseen
they almost scare you
but you are wise
for you know trust and that dares you to use your eyes
and you see truth where it is found
within your mind,
within your heart,
within your thighs...

and you know peace
within your smile
and silent sighs.