life
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Beholder
The transcendent manIsThe sacrificial man. Needing to prove his value,Because he has noneIn himself,Only in the community,Where he finds glory,And worship –He forms hierarchies of inheritance,So the sacrificial man,Can rise in the shadow Of the transcendent. Stars within his grasp,Her tide is rising,To reflect both,His ambition,And the darkness,Waiting for him.
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Demon days
Doubts come to me,Like moths to the flame,To cloud me in shameAnd hide me from life.I cannot push throughMy own doubts,But turn to face them,And see through them.I cannot scold or hurt them,Only myself.I must hold back,Withdraw to the centreAnd let my weaknessBecome my strength,Let the idleness of their purposeFade, And turn like the tide,To…
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Portrait
In the attic, These anglesOf my beautiful portraitAre terrifying, Timeless and unchanging,While I age and deform,With every noble intent,Every virtuous act, I grow weary and wear, Flesh tires and skin sags. These two pictures of me,And these two worlds, Are destined to be one,Without falsehood. The meek shall inherit,The corrupt will steal,And none may be…
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Monarch
Image credit: Kaitlin Lopez/Department of Entomology from https://today.tamu.edu/2019/11/05/millions-of-monarch-butterflies-killed-on-texas-highways/ It is the world,Not judgement,Let her change the worldMake it in her image,Of her living will,So that you stopMaking the world,Broken like the shell,That crushes what remains,Of your spirit.Time is only undefeated,Because you will not let herFight for you,In your place.We live as human beings,Sexes and genders…
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A Type of Mania, a Kind of Bliss
I am a lover of hands and horses, Riding the wind like a paintbrush,Allo stocata with a fountain pen,Against tirades of strikes and crumples.To write is to be written – So I write dear love,From love coming true –The wishes within meAre granted within you. Dancing with hollow girls,In imperfect glass slippers,Waiting to feel the…
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a sacrifice requires
A sacrifice requires… Devotion. My trauma is punishing me.. I am not seen.. Even as my reflection looks back at me. There is no one there, No sign of recognition, No sign of life.. Every inappropriation, Wasting me, Without my permission, I was with you to the edge, And as I flew, You fell –
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Holding One’s Own
This age is designed to weary, Its wonders are trivial. Dressed resplendent for arrangement,As brided and widowed sorrows.Ill-fated days of blades and sheaths, Must give up strength for justice. Volumes unnamed and unwritten, Must not temper steel in blood,Nor the quill with celebrity,Or speak false immortality – Now that lies are wit. Stay your hands…
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Frida and Manfred
I was drawn in like the Red Baron,And shot down by the Goodman Empire,Whom I wounded with my dream of Winter,Where my freezing heart was too cold,And my Summer family hostaged to grief. Oh Frieda, in the mirror you’re so clear,That I call this picture of you self portraiture,The nightingale sitting in the pine tree,Singing…
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Your Lullaby
You’re not sleeping in this burning world,And you’re afraid of dreaming out loud,Afraid the flames will get a taste for you,Be left a prisoner of your forlorn desire.I’m not going to lie but I can be present,Walk with you through judgement of fire,With the seeds of affection we’ve sown. Maybe it’s the weather, or a…
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News Prints
Time has left you there by yourself,Left its shadows to conquer your heart,To wilt the flowers and poison the will, The death that made pretty also makes ill. Cooling embers that flare with breath,Life flashing in the rumour of fire –I am burnt like those yesterdays, Ready to open myself and free the seed. We…
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Squaring the Circle
Buried in my wishes and portraits, Deep in a syncopated longing,I had to break through the shell of you, And climb out of your wreckage,To see myself untamed and wild. Maybe you might understand me, Why RAGE is the name I give, To this way out of this darkness.When they drag you down to THEIR…
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Hate me
Hate me because I am an easy kind,And hate me because I’m queer,I will hate you with the ease of me,Unblemished in the shape of this moment, We are deeper by far than platitudes,I used to stand wild in front of you,To take the force of the coming blowBut I let that violence go untransformed…
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In Motion
From my centre,To my periphery,Through this form and nature,Radiant and conquering,Smashing my resistance,Ecstasy is the river,And the oceans within –It’s changing me,Liminal and twilight desires,Billowing and becoming,Waves and waves breaking,The fragile shell of withholding,Tempering my body with divinity,Worlds coming and going,Flowing in and out of me,I am bliss neverendingRevealed and nakedAnd I am free.
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The Nobody Mouse
Come now like the rain,With your cold tin roof acclaim,Into the haunted house,Of the nobody mouse, With the tom cats and the spectres,And an empty room of hecklers.Waiting out this storm of tears,For the halcyon days….. To reclaim your fears. Before we rip ourselves to pieces,Let me hold you still tonightWith my one good eye…
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Collapse
I’m at home waiting for life,With my queer mythology,Between the compost heap and the clinic,The goddess either too dirty or too clean. This wandering mind idlesOn the slipping portrait of woman,Her war between preservatives and rot,And I’m keen like ambition. I pull myself from the periphery,From the excesses of my longing,To the centre of it,And…
A Fantazien Window 