Dear Beloved,

I ask you why so much pleasure with matching pain.
I see you in most things, other things i cannot.
Missing the time of day, I wonder what your asking of us
What we must do ourselves, we are silent.
Passive and lax
I wonder when we will listen.
we each have a path and are told of one another's
Understanding our differences
Are we not supposed to observe these things?
we have turned humanity on one another
stabbing and spitting,
We don't want to break line
and call what we see
a culture of sadistic capitulation
and complacency
hard questions are ignored
trust is broken and misinformation is free
We need you we need each other

Do you?

Accept it all?
Question everything?
Scrutinize your faith?
Love unabashedly?
Feel subtle loss and change?
Tire from conformity?
Test your boundaries?
Tire of patterns?
Kiss the unexpected?
Seek when you don't like what you find?
Believe in truth?
Trust in facts?
Know the truth?

I have missed a place called home. I am here and so are you.

Cramped in introspection
honestly scared of my reflection
So I have never seen...
immortal in love
seeking a fresh vein
only the sun will wash the pain

the pain

keeps me questioning