On Truth

When your words collide with my senses
my intuition throws up a stage, seeking my audience
by habit instead my judgements start the play
making you the spectator of their starting act, 
fiery feelings follow, filling the stand and crowd
I persist from the feeling of fact and feeling fooled
you resist unrehearsed, defend ad-libbed

with intentions confined to intermittent intermissions
we keep running this erratic exhausting production
my truth, in the wings, a pointless understudy
yours, unsought? perhaps not cast at all?
respect and trust leave, us losing our invited guests 
both projecting villainy on the others performance.

So what if we flip the script?

maybe you, spend time
before you utter a word 
with the core of your core 
preparing, rehearsing your line
keeping your truth as the lead 
and love interest of mine

And before you line up outside
I see my own play and
replay its many acts, 
unveil my values and 
keep the knowing as the lead
for your valued audience

Perhaps, rewriting thus our parts
will sell out and receive acclaim
making truth the star of the show
and our love the unsung hero.

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