Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?The road past the rolling hillsThe flowers and the sunThe clouds moving on beckoning us.Wide is this pathA single way falling into the horizon,A lonely journeyI long to walk this pathTo run towards the end but never reach it.The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onThe universe still expandsWe are but a blip
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summerOverlaying the EarthThe people and the citiesMask the movement at our feet.The birds in the sky- the animals belowAll flowing like water around usChanging while we sleep.The ocean tides-Grasping at the moon,The air-Dancing with the trees,The sun-Aging over time,Our time here-Drawing to an end.Nothing is ceasingDespite our still mindsOur patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListenIn the breeze the cricketsThe fairies light their lanternsAnd the soft glow of nightOr our collective imaginations- radiates
The Best RelationshipOurs isA love unfitted,But full and strong.Since it is while we sit in our own roomsOn the opposite sides of the worldNot knowing we exist.We imagine our life together so sweet,Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walksDown a narrow roadWith my past at my heelsMy future out of reachThe present always catching up.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodI am not out of my wondermentMy knowledge cannot fill upLike a cup. It does not overflow.I will never grow beyond my imagination,My youth is internal, beyond my bodyBeyond my soul and beyond this world.The young ones here are forever.
OursWe come together, and we fade away.We are always here, but we cannot stay.It is what we love, it is what we are.The destiny of everyone, but ours aloneIs what matters to today.
The SunThe sun is shining on the sidewalkOn Tuesday, after school, after warAfter a child is born, and a man dies.The wind that blows in the cold brings in the new warmth.The rain gives life as it helps destroy. The universe that begins becomes to an end.The same sun that shines on the sidewalk shines on our skinOn the soldier and the killer,Everyday.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
AshesLost Your name.The fireextinguished.
Oblivion.Your fleshbelongsto something bigger.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
If you're going to be sanctimoniousAwkward bodies are for growingteenagers, not twenty-fouryear old college graduates.My hips were made to procreate;my shoulders to carry the weightof your stares. I’m perfectly fine;your perception is what’s messed up.I shave for my own comfort,not yours. My nails are shortand chewed upon. I don’teven own a pair of heels;shackles would be more comfortable.My hands are scratchedby all the cats I’ve cared for.I look best in business casual;slacks, tank, shell. I never remembermy bust size. I own more booksthan clothes. My eyes are goldin the late afternoon sunshine.I can afford a bland oatdiet and gym membership,or a new wardrobe.Or, I can be happy with what I’ve got.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.
I'm Smart, I SwearI swear, sometimes I think I would be better off dead.I'm the kind that would think better with a hole in my head.I'm not saying that I'm stupid; I just lack common sense.It's not farfetched to say that I'm a little bit dense.Some people like to think that ignorance is bliss,But honestly, who really wants to live life like this?I'm trying and I'm fighting not to be thought insaneBut it seems that everything I do makes me expressly inane.I know I may not seem it but I swear that I'm smart.I beg you, have a heart and please don't tear me apart.Give me just one chance to prove that I can be bright.Look in my mind and you will see that there's actually some light.We all have days that make us seem like we are ignorantBut don't assume from one mistake that I am broken and bent.
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeThe song and art of everything.And a pen strokeA brush lineA single noteOur place in that,And were too small to seeThe entire canvas.