there, do you see? just around the bend, the place it used to be? a place, the marker there, when you were ten, played with friends, found love and conquered care the tracks, we roll along, beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone, we think the tracks go on,…… Continue reading Following the Rail
the marble walls, once so firm, have shifted out of place and tilted lack of care no further grace no hand to plumb the once smooth face has drifted once a temple held together four strong walls against all weather cracks they do appear between the mortar and the stone now in age weathered walls…… Continue reading Cracks
There was a little town and a little child named Roy, and Roy was growing up to be a happy little boy, One day he asked his grandad about the stuff he’d seen, A bunch of people waving signs that purple people all were mean Grandad looked at him and said “You and I are…… Continue reading The Greenies and the Meenies
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