Tag Archives: transformation

I’m a bright and shining star

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I’m a bright and shining star

but my body’s crapping out

I have no doubt

I have no fear

I am this fantastic thing

Beyond compare

but my body’s crapping out

it doesn’t want to go out

crying

but the pain is so great

it can’t keep from sighing

While I point the way to paradise

my body looks at me as if to say

are you kidding me?

can’t you see I’m crapping out

i can’t walk anymore

i can’t see

I’m a bright and shining star

but my body is crapping out

The Face of God

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The face of God

May scare you

It may not be what you expect

It could contain everything you have ever seen

Or it may be a white screen

Every awkward pause

Each dumb remark

Stands naked before this face of God

No smile no wise wrinkles

A monster after all

Or could the face of God be a mirror?

Giving us back what we have given

Warts and all

Could you stand to look upon this face?

Would you be worried?

Filled with shame?

Waiting for that first word?

The Face of God may never be seen

Only imagined in our dreams

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there

A reflection of our fondest hopes

and fears

I Can’t Wait

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There may come a time when

we can love one another without fear

reveal ourselves in naked glory

and accept our differences good and bad

I can’t wait

It is a long long road to where we need to be

But some of us are walking already

It is so easy to despair

So easy not to care

To get angry and explode

I know. I know, we all seek to represent

But we need love

Now more than ever

I can’t wait

It is going to be so lovely

We can’t stop now

Keep on walking toward what we know is true

I can’t wait

WORK

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I WATCH AS MY WORLD FALLS APART

PIECE BY PIECE DAY BY DAY

I MUST WORK TO KEEP IT ALL TOGETHER

AND SLEEP WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

I MUST WORK TO RECONSTRUCT THE PAST

OR LOSE MY FUTURE TO THE DEAD

WORK IS MY DUTY TO THE GREAT SUPERVISOR IN THE SKY

WORK WILL SAVE ME THEY SAY EVERYDAY ON THE NEWS

WE ALL NEED TO WORK TO PAY OUR WAY

SO THAT SOME BLESSED DAY WE CAN PLAY

WORK TO KEEP FROM FALLING

TO PREVENT OUR DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE STAGE

EVERYTHING IS FRAGILE

OUR LIVES A BROKEN BOTTLE

AND SO WE WORK TO REPAIR IT EVERY DAY

Poets Make Good Perverts

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Poets make good perverts

Because they thrill at each embrace

And yearn to suck out all the juices

within her feminine grace

They find sanctuary

Where others find filth

and in the forbidden

They find release

However perverts do not make poets

Alas it cannot be done

For only poets can make the connection

Between a lovely buttocks

and a meadow at dawn

For a pervert it is all one thing

Repeated without pause

For the poet it is everything

wriggling, squirming

in all kinds of weather

beautiful beyond words

and nasty beyond compare

 

A Single Chirp

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A Single Chirp Is Given

Every Time I Leave My Door

A Single Chirp Is Given

When I Return

Is This Chirp a Warning?

a Greeting?

Not a Bird, but a human being?

Hard to Tell

A Single Chirp I Hear Each Day

So Sharp And Clear

Sometimes It Fills My Heart With Gladness

Other Times With Fear

Some Sort of Signal

So Far, So Near

I’m Here!! I’m Here!!

I Refuse

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I refuse to be shackled

and abused

I refuse to set my course toward the blues

I am eternal and will always do it

all the way through

and I am absolutely not going to let anything

limit me, sicken me, hit me from below

this is my pledge

this is my being, my soul

i refuse to roll around in muck and mire

the clouds are my domain

I refuse to entertain the worst

and continue to weave

this quilt of sadness

i refuse to grieve

and court the dead

i refuse to be regular

and do the right thing

i am love and i am sin

i know where I am and where I’ve been

i know no fear

i’m not going to send a post card to the devil

saying wish you were here

i’ve seen a few things

i’ve stroked my penis

made some mistakes

but nothing too heinous

i refuse to be less than myself

for anyone’s pain or pleasure

and i refuse to end this thing

before i’m cotton pickin’ ready