Rainbow Bubbles Popped Poem by Paul Brookes

I cannot talk of the inner me for seeing the blindness in your eyes
says no admittance here the path is blocked and non shall pass;
glass roads shatter like so much ice, the chasm ever wider grows.

rainbow flag my heart, paint a soul dark rimmed not rhymed.
chained not chimed that cries for pity in the night.
only one in a thousand understands the owls midnight eerie call
or read a Poe and wonder why all the never mores of dawn.

grubby we stumble towards self assertion
but fear of discoveryshadows all in moons self doubt
back street boyswe fool our selvesinto seeing the light
but that train left long ago for Marrakech or Timbukto.

those slings and arrows Mr S talks of are always tares
the religious bigots bramble tangles that lash and burn
hiding behind the wooden walls of their pulpits, these purveyors of hate.
to scratch and shame, making the bible a stick for your Christian god to beat us with or have us stoned for simply being who we are.

can I change my Cain stained skin the very one bought with blood and pain that so dyed my rainbow heart scripted at my birth
for god made me as sure as you or god made me as sure as you with love
all the vain men think they speak for me.

the inner eye is blinded by the chaos of your world
and by its dying light and yet my rainbow heart beats still.