CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

I see you

broken and
bleeding


A goddess of heart
and acceptance,
arms stretched wide
upon that cross


Taunted by the
stones and thorns of
your life's work

Yet you... still love


I see you

persecuted by
history and lies that
hold him hostage


That petite idol
that shines
from his neck to
mock you


No sentiment to
the fiber of tolerance
you created


Yet you... still love

I see you

A mother, a writer,
a goddamn warrior
for hearts


That bruise and
ache and scream for
a reverend of a different sort


To claw their way
out of this position at
the altar


Yet you...still love

I see you

A spiritual tool,
with a fervent
ramble

Crimson tides seeping from
your eyes that to me?
Are open wider than his
corruption of a busted faith



Yet you..

Still

Fucking

Love

(this was written for someone who touched me very much)