Something Nobody Knows

Father,
I have doubted everything
for as long as I can never forget,
I doubt if a falling leaf is a falling leaf at all.
I have blasphemed, slandered and lied
with the same tongue
that I use to say the grace
and make love.
And Father,
I do not fornicate,
I make love, because God is love.
I make love in ways indescribable by hieroglyphs and human language.
But I doubt everything father,
I doubt if the love I make is love at all.

Younglan Talyoung

Son,
The basis for which we were made is faith, you should hold it.
Your memories are fabric threads laced with the cottons of concrete clouds.
Remember! Remember I am judge and not you
so stop losing these knotted words
Pray when your songs end
Pray when your legs grow.
Only God understand what you call love, free that scene.
I have left parchments in 66 love letters with truths on them
I have addressed all to you
read them, weed them, you really need them.
Hail your merry with joys I am love,
I will listen all day son.

Ruddapoet