Poet on a Road who Shoulda known Better than to ask for a Hug

BEAUTY sewn into flesh and bone of my demons is              
often ignored or overlooked by those holding              
bible books, hoping              
for halos gleaming            
             
UGLINESS honed by those in 'blessed' clothes preaching is            
often swept into holes,            
mine stays violently bleeding            
             
KINDNESS shown by us messes        
erodes each season,              
these acts            
often deplored or mistook by brashly bold, those            
liable to poke the tired to check their breathing              
instead of              
really reaching            
             
LOVE grows in warm chests loaned              
arms              
to be squeezed in,            
chests that have often wept,            
quietly dreaming            
             
SOULS are cold, embrace is one            
way to help              
us all cope with              
lack of fire and hope fleeting            
       
PLEASE, steal my freezing            
feed me, see me            
or float me words upon your gratitude and your vibrance            
   
Give me meaning            
show me the God of your reason            
             
Death home to wet and cold admiring breezes