Behind the stairs she hides at night, To behold she is a fright, Her hair it waves about, around And falls six feet to the ground Up in her tower dark and bare, No sound of music in the air, The land weighed down by shadows grim, An evil forest there within A prince of…… Continue reading Unseen
There’s an interesting trope amongst those who don’t know us in the LGBT community, especially among those who are against the LGBT community. That concept is that we somehow wish to proselytize people into our “lifestyle”, especially children. This is never, of course, presented with cogent argument, rather with vacuous rhetoric about everyone promoting being…… Continue reading The LGBT contagion?
Down the sidewalks, run do we Past the hardware store Past O’Malley’s pub we see A drunk sleeping as he snores Here’s not where our mind does fly Caught in reverie Lying in our past besides Old waters whole and free There we ran down corridors Built of steel and glass All we thought was…… Continue reading The Lost and Found
I’ve passed by the lilacs so sweet and so fair Woven red ribbons in my long blond hair The lily of the valley, greets me with dew A new life I’ve found, in the absence of you You were my shell, confining and tight A robe of blue satin bound tightly in white The hood…… Continue reading He’s gone
(inspired by hearing The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus. It left me in tears) The light grows dim By open door Between the shores Through which your weary masses came Your parents then and mine did too From foreign land and distant shore Arrived together within a dream To become all the same A proud…… Continue reading The Dimming of the Light
I miss her touch and warm embrace the smell of flowers in her hair I miss the way she smiled at me her presence made the world feel fair Though grown apart we faced the world with spear and shield kept out the bear of shattered hopes and dreams forlorn so thus an end…… Continue reading Gone
The midnight lovers stop and stare A hint of moonlight in their hair They lay there in that state of grace Giving them a warm embrace The childlike cries of pleasure brought To the surface nature taught In sweet agony is her face Her lover holds back from the race At last the battle has been…… Continue reading Midnight