Don’t give me the same old words.
Give me something different;
something poetry.
Don’t tell me the same old lies,
with words longer than a heartbeat.
Give me something simple.
Small words with big meanings.
Don’t make me guess
at the rhythm of your soul,
let me hear it in the cadence
of your words.
Stop with the politics.
Just. Fucking. Stop.
Quit giving constant lip service
to your enemies,
and verbal reach-arounds
to your so-called “followers.”
Tell me how you really feel,
what you really think.
Something real.
Something true.
Something poetry.
Stop blaming your past
for your lack of words.
You find words just fine
when its time to make excuses.
I don’t care
if it’s your fault,
or your father,
or the doctors,
or the war.
We’re here now
and you need to tell us
what is in you,
what is missing,
and what you need.
Because we all need something.
So sick of watching
everyone put on masks,
trying to hide themselves
from the brutal,
beautiful truth.
I can’t live that way, anymore.
I won’t.
No.
I need something from you.
Something more than you’ve ever given.
Something deep.
Something true.
Something new.
Something poetry.
DJR – 2023
