Posts Tagged ‘rebirth’
So now I meet myself by the Riverside
Where he patiently awaits my arrival
Me, that is by the Riverside, already knows what I will say
And he wants to show me something on the other side of the River
But I AM too excited. I must tell all that I have learned
And Me, that is by the Riverside, is full of Love and Patience, so he listens
For after all, it is a good story. And ME, that is by the Riverside, asks,
“So Who Shall Be Your Mate?”
And I say, To live with another is a great challenge, For we are all foul beasts
Who wound one another and feed off of our discontent
We compete
We envy
We betray
We attack
We are all guilty of these crimes when we become familiar, C’est Veritae
“So would you tarry alone?” Asks ME, that is by the Riverside
No, I would not But I AM never alone For you have always kept me company
And I was most Lonesome when I was with ONE
with whom I could not communicate how I felt inside
Or from whom MY wings, I must hide
“So what then?” Asks Me, that sits by the Riverside
Well, I would have the ONE that I want and not settle for the one that I can have
“But why is this so?”
For I will suffer the same fate
The same disappointments
The same betrayal
the same Pain
With Either
So I needs find the one in whom I willingly face these torments So that I may be by their side
And a smile passed over the face of ME, by the Riverside, And he said, “Have you not found this person yet?”
I thought I had on occasion and I did attempt
But circumstance proved me wrong of it For I was the test and I was always a choice
For each and all I met at a carrefour
And I stood on one path and Another stood on the next
“And What Was the Test?”
To follow your head or your heart
“And would you flatter yourself?”
Only because you cannot hide the truth And their feelings were plain
Which is why I was in their life, That, they could not feign
“And they chose not you? Quite a simple test”
Simple indeed but a blessing, of this, I AM sure
For it showed that they could not be with me The pressure would be too great
And they would seek to destroy themselves and me in the process
For being with me would be to bear false witness
“And your feelings for them?”
Do not change But in their wake, I cannot remain
I chose them and they choose me not I Walk On
“But you have made it here and have not found a mate.”
I have not But this is not the end It is only the Riverside
And though I meet you here I do not fear For you have been with me
Everywhere and you will travel with me as I pass through here
“Then I shall step aside, so you may behold what is on the other side.”
And it was her I saw And I could not look away
And for so long my gaze was fixed, that Me, by the Riverside, did walk away
And the current rushed And the River was deep And to cross this Fleuve would,
Thus far, be my greatest feat.
But cross I did With all the skills I had learned
And I did make it to the other berm
But further still She led my eyes
And walk on, I would, into the SunRise
And she, herself, would not stand stationary
So two steps I took for her every one she took in expansion from me
And slowly I came to gain in this pursuit that is no game
And at the end can only be betrayal, contempt and pain
But it is in that vessel in which I would deem be chained
And it may be a mistake
A grave one indeed
But only in the most dire of stakes
Do missteps show that our path be true
So I fear not a Gros error
For if she should grow hideous wings and armored scale
Breathe fire like a dragon, with eyes deep like the depths of hell
I will don armour and shield and campagne into her cave
And if everyday she tries to Flay me, Life becomes sweeter
As I survive another day
For I would risk being burned alive by one whom I desire
Than murdered in my sleep by the one with whom
I chose to retire.
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
I will cloak nothing in words
This time around
For this is about how I have come
and to be
and to believe
You notice much of my work
Mentions death
But honestly, my work ends in death, because it begins a life
Proceeds a journey
And that journey ends in death
It is not a hope or a wish
It is not a goal I strive to attain
Eventhough
I see death as a jumping off point, to the next adventure
But that adventure is UNLike those of the LIVING
And if you cut THIS life short
You will realize what a mistake you made, when you begin your next
These are my only feelings on the matter
It is not a question of Heaven or Hell, Pain or Punishment
We make mistakes
Some grave
And we pay for them
And we learn from them
And we are made an instrument through them
For a mistake may send us to hell
But then you were needed in hell, for maybe one needed a rescue
and having been to hell, you now can advise, with surety, those who would attempt a visit
To avoid it at all costs
But you also know, that you cannot change a person’s destiny
For they may be scheduled for such a trip, as were you.
But Hell teaches you to Love everyone
How?
Because after the experience, in your heart, You would not desire such an experience
upon even your worst enemy.
So even if, I know, you must go, I must try to change your mind
But I will not stop you.
And you cannot forbid me to cry for you
for again, I love you
Misunderstand me not
For this hell is just a euphemism or me. But I am like everyone
What I fear most of death is the method.
Will it be filled with pain?
Will it be tortuous?
Will I be terrified?
Or will it be quiet and painless?
I should have died in an electrical accident
As I lay dying, I though of nothing but saving myself
But looking back I think:
There I was, going through it. It wasn’t a bad death. It wasn’t painful and I had no control
That would have been an easy death
And I missed out
Now I’ll have to die all over again
And maybe it won’t be so easy next time
but I think, you know
Exactly what I mean
So I suppose, now, I’m very comfortable with the subject, though it puts many off.
But that is because we are all superstitious and to talk of death
one fears
is to invite him to dinner. But if Death comes to your table, you should treat him as an honored guest
For he is hard working and he does not necessarily come for you when he appears.
Our lives will proceed as they should
If you are clever, you can sidestep that which can be avoided
But to cut time off of your journey HERE
Will only lengthen it THERE
For our train will arrive on schedule, come what may
So think not ill of me
For I am not morbid. I cannot remember my beginnings
I can only look to my next beginning
And that can only come after death, which is no more or less important than birth
But I understand
For like all great journey’s
We hate to see them come to an end.

