All our lives and . . .

. . . no caring leaders; heaven shine your light down.
I'm not the only one, I hope, but
someone's next and won't know it.
Can't help them against advancing avalanche
of utter hate and murderous hearts . . .

I want to help, but you have to really hurt for it,
heart panting hard in deep desire for what's real,
of things not physical, emotional, even mental.
So then what's really real . . . ?

. . . only that which deepest desire for truth
can find, because nothing less is wanted
of what the world has nothing of . . .
in no care at all of truth it hates . . .

in deepest, hateful passion against few . . .
who have deepest hearts of caring and
compassion none can follow without hurt
of love and desire for nothing less than . . .

. . . truth, no matter what, and . . .
. . . no back doors here . . .+

   --10/23/07