‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’
Poem By Pablo Neruda
If you can not be direct,
Do not expect this from me.
I have discovered to be honest,
As others who are not...
Have created a dependency,
On choosing to become offended first.
With nothing deeper than this to comprehend.
Then to allow themselves finding in time,
A wish to have been unafraid...
Of those who spoke the truth.
And with a doing with cleared minds.
Since today so many have become addicted,
To their delusions and a getting of a quick fix.
With others who advocate this mindlessness.