Posts Tagged ‘Happiness’
And now for things that are harder to say
I will start with what comes easy
for I know
that we as people
We fall in love with each other
We do not fall in Love with a Gender
For the idea of Gender is the creation of men
and does not reflect the Truth
Each of our bodies are made to accommodate the love of either MALE or FEMALE
For all of the organs we use for Sex
We use for waste as well, there is Gender Equality
And from all we gain, either relief or pleasure
And we are at once Man and Woman
When it comes to sex
For when a man is penetrated, he derives pleasure from penetration
For there is pleasure in penetration
Climbing the mount to the Ultimate Climax
It may please, though one cannot routinely reach the summit
Again Gender
For there are men whom embody women and give off their scent
And to them, Man will have an even greater attraction
Than to her, cloaked in the female form
And they know not why
But it is fair to say that our opposite forms attract each other
And it is fair to say, there is good reason for this
And it is fair to say, that man and woman should procreate
But then these things have nothing to do with love and the joining of souls
To bring life into being is apart from these matters.
It is a favor for friends
for in each that is born
The soul of an old Love is reintroduced into this wonderful world
And this new reborn soul will live with or without LOVE and NURTURING
From them that bore them or sowed their seed
It is the initial sacrifice, to create and carry that was your debt
It is LOVE for humanity, culled from your trip to hell, that bends your heart to care for one entering
A cold world with no one at their side
But it is not fair
It is not just
to declare WHOM or WHAT
ONE must like or LOVE
These cannot extend in one direction and not another
For this world is full of variety
And just as a man may be drawn to a woman of Red Hair and Pale complexion
So he may be drawn to a woman of Jet
And so a woman may desire a man who be tall with dark features
She may also be drawn to one who is short and mild
And so a MAN may be drawn to a MAN
Who is unlike himself, whether he be soft or rough
And so a WOMAN may be drawn to a WOMAN
that is unlike her
But if they sought what they seek in the opposite sex
They very well may find them
Or they may NOT
It is just the world conspiring to have more
More of us
that it may marvel at our works
and one day tell the universe of this most BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
and RADIANT and watchful FATHER
And we will be CLOAKED
In GENDER RAIMENT
For it is a beautiful frock
And when removed
WE REVEAL OUR BEAUTIFUL STOCK
This Tattoo
It was put on backwards
This Tattoo
Every line has formed a raised scar
This was a Family that was given me
But snatched away, only after separating me from my own
On this hand I bare a terrible scar
Upon suggestion of what sort of Warriors we are
This finger will not bend
For those who wield power made sure it would not properly mend
And here is the pain of betrayal
When a finger fixed was a finger fused, yet in still Physical Therapy was prescribed to make an impossible move
And this is my scalp
More devoid of hair, from stress to ensure our protection from foreign danger
And these nuts
that forever itch
I recall a fateful towel swap
And each time I soldier-on
A Greater Hammer swings to fall
For here is a screenplay
Worth a great deal of riches, the top product among all the pitches
And I sit as I watch the deal founder
For I have no voice and only the envy of the founder
And here is a painting
A wonder of works
And there follows the laughter and a great many jokes
And here is my success
As I blaze through the workplace
And here is my face as my good work is made a disgrace
And here is my novel
Blazed across the silver screen, But Alas, no one in the production ever notified me
And each time I soldier-on
A greater Hammer swings to fall
And in my winged sandals
I sidestep the terrible pal
And here is my heart
Broken in two. No! Do not turn around, I speak not of you
For that distinction never lies with just one
So fear you not, I’ve not come to see you avenged upon
And there is my peace of mind
Shattered with loud barks and stomps, And if my despair is perceived?
Successful cheers and pomp
And as I soldier-on
A Greater Hammer swings to fall
For infliction of physical pain is nothing at all
When this became true, It was my heart, constantly under attack
For my skin, my talk or the way I walk
And the more I love myself
The more it pains me to talk of all these things that have left their mark
Don’t cry for me or think of flying to my side
I flatter myself with the thought
I will not know, for I will be in a hide
And there are the hearts that I MYSELF have broken
But that was no intention, But now I’m not sure
My sympathy is broken
For I have had a hand at the harsh realties of life
And I too can dispense them with no care for love or life
It’s mean when I do it to them
But to me, it’s only what is right
So now I cannot Soldier-On
Because the road has run out
My only hope is to fly
Or plummet, severely South
But for one to fly
He must first have wings
And I fear, I have grown a pair of TERRIBLE THINGS
But they are STRONG and WHIP the WIND
So strong, in fact, I can keep pace with no Friend
And there is me as I fly alone
And below I let my keen eye
Search for a home, But in truth it is this I know
Down below there is non for me to go
So I must continue to RISE and fly ABOVE
Where those await that which I know not
But Love
And they Love me as well, As I am a missing son
And I enter alone for we can only come
One by One
And I enter alone for we can only come one by one
And here is where my gaze rests, But from here I see the distance is a torrid test
In which I must try my hand
But it is not a test, It is not a competition to see who is best
For all the bad, some was purpose, some was accident
Some I caused, Some could even have been heaven sent
But in the end
It matters not the cause of the Pain we just know we would deign
Not to feel it again
And these thoughts weigh heavy and cause my wings to strain
But I will flap them over and over again
And planes will fly by and passengers will laugh
As my wings Flap and Flap but I make no progress
But alas, the wash of their JET
Propels me to heights not reached as YET
And to the Stratosphere, where the air is much thinner
And the weight of my woes will not be the winner
And I must flap my wings far less
For it is my turn to look down and be impressed
At God’s creation so beautiful and FREE
So minor, I can see, were the things that Hurt ME
And now I glide
I no longer have to flap
So once, twice around, before I narrow the gap
And now from this perspective
My LOVE is recharged ANEW
And now I’m truly ready to commune in LOVE
and HAPPINESS
with
YOU.


