Why is blood the color red? Is it because our Creator wants Us to notice it when shed? Like taking in a blood-red sunset, Or when we are alarmed
To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek
Am I a Girl or a guy? I ask myself this question All the time, So If you ask why I will not be offended,
Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,
Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,
Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,
Our bodies are forever changing, Never staying the same, Tomorrow’s joy is today’s pain; From past to present, To future we glide,
Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…
My heart needs to heal, I choose not to feel, My mind is set to reel, I need only to get through This horrific ordeal.
True communicate is not Attained with the body, But with the mind, The body can be wanting affection, Wanting intersection...
My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.
Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?
Am I gay? What a question & who can say? What does it matter anyway, Today who one sleeps with Is no one business but your own,
A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,
Turn off the tap, Mind thoughts feelings No more in rapt I feel myself reeling No longer is it noise or real,