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My Bi SideWhy do I have to lie
When i'm asked if i'm bi
Why do you have to judge
And keep a stupid grudge
I just want to be me
Is that too hard to see?
Finding My Way
You have your opinion and I have mine
But don't go bashing me all the time
I have feelings can't you see
So please just let me be ME
Give Me One Chance
You say i'm not your type
And you wont give me a chance to fight
How is that fair
If I can't show you i care
Hmmm So tell me why
You won't give me a chance to try
Forever and Always
Some boys are thugs
Others are duds
Some girls are mean
Others are unseen
But don't worry
And don't hurry
Your prince charming will come soon
And take you away under the harvest moon
So be quiet and listen
Because you don't want to miss him
To The FansTo the fans
You guys have always been there
and shown that you care
Even though im not that great
so it just must be fate
But I love you guys
And i am not spitting out lies
You guys deserve the best
and nothing less
So fav and share
to show that you care
When you are with him
My emotions go crazy
Rage burns bright
Even with all this
My love is an abyss
My heart is dismayed
My feelings are frayed
My heart is split between two
And I don't know what to do
A decision has to be made
But someone will feel betrayed
Im crazy about you
But I also, love the other too
If I Created LoveIf Love were a tale which I could compose,
Then hearts would be whole and ne'er be wrought.
Thorns would vanish and leave only the rose
Whose pristine beauty could ne'er be bought.
If I were to scribe Love as an epic,
Then no amount of ink would be enough.
The truth of Love is even more cryptic
Than a code as trying as it is tough.
Perhaps if I were Homer or Shakespeare,
I could craft my words onto the paper
Such that your will would bend and shed a tear
And the lines of ink would ne'er taper.
If the path of Love were of my design,
All I would wish for is you to be mine.
Nothing Gold Can Last
A long life
Full of frights
Was bestowed unto her
When a trouble
Came out of the rubble
She would stand to fight
Once it was over and done
She would go and sit under the sun
A warm summers breeze
And some pistachio nut ice cream
She may have been poor
But she loved her family all the more
She loved me and I here
Even when she spoke her word
I cannot see
Life without you and me
But I know
She loved us all until she passed
But as was told to me NOTHING GOLD CAN LAST
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
The ThingI lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe door will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
The Children of GodIt is over- Israel has ended and Masada falls
And the Latin Liars burn the Temple to the ground
And a great cry is raised up and calls
About the levant in lamenting tones.
It has been years since the hated Healer
Let loose on Golgotha the spirit in His bones
And upon the third day no body could be found.
Now every farmer, fuller and trinket dealer
Cries of Christ, from where the Dead Sea falls
In with the River Jordan to the west where Gauls
proclaim the Christ as God.
And here the Romans ruin the House of God and steal
The cups like Belshazzar, strap them to the keel
Of cruel triremes and tow across the Mare Nostrum.
Their column laughs at us, their Titus mocks Zion
And we cry and flee to each Horizon
To make ourselves a home, although long will we plod.
And across the eternal waste of Europe, an Island sits
At the edge of the world and often grits
It's teeth upon the yoke of foreign kings
And now again is made to kiss the rings
Of rulers in London and in the Viking lands
GenesisI awaken. I am one and WE are three
And I have seen the unspeakable nothing
Before WE founded the firmament.
I have always been established and I shall ever be.
Let US sail among the silent stars
And see the free hanging, free falling stars
And churn the celestial sea.
Let US for our long born purpose
Establish a light among the dust
To be our eye and rule for US
The day as the planets swirl and rust
Red clouds clutter up their skies
And the new world settles as Adam opens up his eyes.
And thus was the earth formed from the burning
Roilling gases and fragments of two dead worlds
And curls of poison burned the skies for time
That burns the mind at the contemplation
And the skies cleared and WE cleared away the grime
Of time spent burning.
The Land WE built first.
WE dredged the lifeless land from the mother sea
And set the beasts to land and set from the water free.
Free breathing yet return to slake their thirst
And the beasts shall spread as a spreading pool
Of chaos and re
It brings to crooked smiles, grubby fingers, brightly colored playgrounds and Cheerios.
Some think of little ones picking flowers, while others remember a sleeping baby, immune to the worries and dangers of the world.
But when these dangers invaded Sandy Hook Elementary School, that concept of innocence, of purity, was popped like soap bubbles.
Images that should never appear in any person's mind tainted the heads of children who can't even pronounce 'massacre'.
Their yellow and blue playgrounds have been contaminated with red, and dozens of families will close their curtains to block out the sounds of a world that their children no longer inhabit.
These children will carry foul memories of hot lead and blood, and brothers and sisters will find their siblings torn from them.
No human deserves to have their kin ripped from them and discarded like trash. Pray for their neighbors, pray for their families,
And pray for the victims.
Because they should've had a chance to grow up.
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