Being Gay
praveengola
Forum Posts: 66
Lost Thinker
1
Joined 23rd Feb 2013Forum Posts: 66
Being Gay...is a kind of Hay,
In which Only grass sparks,
And without Fire...
It hide behind Mask.
Being Gay....is a kind of Foreplay,
Where imagination derives,
But without Honey,
It Lasts for a second Lives.
Being Gay....Is just a Mono Play,
Where Actor works....
But without heroine,
The Play itself Fucked.
In which Only grass sparks,
And without Fire...
It hide behind Mask.
Being Gay....is a kind of Foreplay,
Where imagination derives,
But without Honey,
It Lasts for a second Lives.
Being Gay....Is just a Mono Play,
Where Actor works....
But without heroine,
The Play itself Fucked.
ElrondSirfalas
Forum Posts: 397
Fire of Insight
2
Joined 18th Nov 2012Forum Posts: 397
Six Plus Three
Here I am hung out to dry by my peers
As The clock begins it's slowest year
when terror fills each greeting with sigh
Burning names into ashes laid out in the sky
A limp faced cognition bleeds a derelict grey
Through our birthmark scars and mystery play
They just can't believe me or my ugly luck
So, I pretend not to care or give a fuck
I've been playing roles that I couldn't fit
on a tactical social scene and improv skit
Where i'm conveyed as being cynically lazy
Mildly tempered with a hint of see-saw crazy
Tra-lala-lala-lala I'm a perfect shade of gay
Do-baba-do-bababa I`ve got nothin` left to say
He scared me silly from the dead sea
I sign my name as Six Plus Three
He talks to me on the telephone
Through a necro techno moan
Here I am hung out to dry by my peers
As The clock begins it's slowest year
when terror fills each greeting with sigh
Burning names into ashes laid out in the sky
A limp faced cognition bleeds a derelict grey
Through our birthmark scars and mystery play
They just can't believe me or my ugly luck
So, I pretend not to care or give a fuck
I've been playing roles that I couldn't fit
on a tactical social scene and improv skit
Where i'm conveyed as being cynically lazy
Mildly tempered with a hint of see-saw crazy
Tra-lala-lala-lala I'm a perfect shade of gay
Do-baba-do-bababa I`ve got nothin` left to say
He scared me silly from the dead sea
I sign my name as Six Plus Three
He talks to me on the telephone
Through a necro techno moan
OyateInyanNajin
Forum Posts: 29
Fire of Insight
1
Joined 16th Mar 2013Forum Posts: 29
A FLEETING MISASSESSMENT
EYES ON
CONTINUAL SCAN
SEARCHING FOR
THE EDIBLE
MAN
SOMETIMES
IT SEEMS
THATS ALL
I AM
OR AM
I
EYES ON
CONTINUAL SCAN
SEARCHING FOR
THE EDIBLE
MAN
SOMETIMES
IT SEEMS
THATS ALL
I AM
OR AM
I
OyateInyanNajin
Forum Posts: 29
Fire of Insight
1
Joined 16th Mar 2013Forum Posts: 29
A FLEETING MISASSESSMENT
EYES ON
CONTINUAL SCAN
SEARCHING FOR
THE EDIBLE
MAN
SOMETIMES
IT SEEMS
THATS ALL
I AM
OR AM
I
EYES ON
CONTINUAL SCAN
SEARCHING FOR
THE EDIBLE
MAN
SOMETIMES
IT SEEMS
THATS ALL
I AM
OR AM
I
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Forum Posts: 1347
The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
28
Joined 10th Oct 2010Forum Posts: 1347
Please forgive me but I enjoy flesh and
I enjoy your face, your voice, your style.
I don't see genitalia.
It will never matter the piece of meat you were born to.
It will never matter how you play or what positions you like or what your fetish is.
I am free to choose
as we all are.
I am free to choose you regardless of your breeding
and regardless of the X's and the Y's.
Oh, love,
as I bring you to orgasm
your chromosomes will not cross my mind.
As I bring you to orgasm,
I won't fear
any squirting
swallowing
shaking
screaming
biting
scratching
begging
silence.
If anything your individual nature
and understanding your soul excites me.
I am not greedy.
I have never understood why
I should make a choice based on the outside
when everything is interesting within you. I have kissed
women and made boys cry,
I have kissed men and broken young girl's hearts.
Though that was never my intention. It was my youth and I had to figure this thing out for myself.
I'm hungry for someone else
who sees the soul.
I'm hungry for someone
who fascinates every inch of my being
and flesh. I'm hungry for someone who sets me alight.
Someone who makes me gay, who makes me easy - as relaxed as a
down pillow.
No rocky plain would stop me getting to you.
No argument would make me too proud.
No story would make me doubt,
deceive or distrust you.
That is love.
That is love
regardless of the odds and the games and the favours.
That is love
regardless of others beliefs and their motives and our young, 'natural', taught gratification.
And, if I had to break, only you could do it.
I enjoy your face, your voice, your style.
I don't see genitalia.
It will never matter the piece of meat you were born to.
It will never matter how you play or what positions you like or what your fetish is.
I am free to choose
as we all are.
I am free to choose you regardless of your breeding
and regardless of the X's and the Y's.
Oh, love,
as I bring you to orgasm
your chromosomes will not cross my mind.
As I bring you to orgasm,
I won't fear
any squirting
swallowing
shaking
screaming
biting
scratching
begging
silence.
If anything your individual nature
and understanding your soul excites me.
I am not greedy.
I have never understood why
I should make a choice based on the outside
when everything is interesting within you. I have kissed
women and made boys cry,
I have kissed men and broken young girl's hearts.
Though that was never my intention. It was my youth and I had to figure this thing out for myself.
I'm hungry for someone else
who sees the soul.
I'm hungry for someone
who fascinates every inch of my being
and flesh. I'm hungry for someone who sets me alight.
Someone who makes me gay, who makes me easy - as relaxed as a
down pillow.
No rocky plain would stop me getting to you.
No argument would make me too proud.
No story would make me doubt,
deceive or distrust you.
That is love.
That is love
regardless of the odds and the games and the favours.
That is love
regardless of others beliefs and their motives and our young, 'natural', taught gratification.
And, if I had to break, only you could do it.
drone
Forum Posts: 2277
Tyrant of Words
10
Joined 3rd Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 2277
you dont have to be
gay
to be
an outsider
when you speak
common sense
when you are happy
with someone
you care for
does it realy matter
what hangs
above
or below
gay
to be
an outsider
when you speak
common sense
when you are happy
with someone
you care for
does it realy matter
what hangs
above
or below
AlexnEmoLand
RevolutionOfAlex
Forum Posts: 216
RevolutionOfAlex
Fire of Insight
10
Joined 19th July 2011Forum Posts: 216
She(the depression)
she felt her mind going blank.
the confusion vortexed in her mind.
questioning her right, what wrong.
singing the lyrics to her song.
she felt sick...
missing all things in life that made her smile
her friends,and family.
but surly she knew her sickness brought them distance.
she felt closed in, as if she couldn't brake free.
was it because she was always angry?
the confusion stuck in her mind.
family, friends leveing her behind.
she no longer speak of her sickness that has been brought
upon
she leve herself to contsell the mad missing all of
what she had
she felt her mind going blank, the confusion vortexed in her mind
questioning whats right,whats wrong.
singing the lyrics to her song.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
she felt her mind going blank.
the confusion vortexed in her mind.
questioning her right, what wrong.
singing the lyrics to her song.
she felt sick...
missing all things in life that made her smile
her friends,and family.
but surly she knew her sickness brought them distance.
she felt closed in, as if she couldn't brake free.
was it because she was always angry?
the confusion stuck in her mind.
family, friends leveing her behind.
she no longer speak of her sickness that has been brought
upon
she leve herself to contsell the mad missing all of
what she had
she felt her mind going blank, the confusion vortexed in her mind
questioning whats right,whats wrong.
singing the lyrics to her song.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Deathpuppy
Forum Posts: 306
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 17th May 2013Forum Posts: 306
Lesbian porn
Men like lesbian porn because
it's just nice to see women getting along with each other.
Deathpuppy
Forum Posts: 306
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 17th May 2013Forum Posts: 306
Alert to all gay people
You are not the ones being tested heterosexuals are
Thank you for knowing who you are
And for reminding us
that is the goal
You are not the ones being tested heterosexuals are
Thank you for knowing who you are
And for reminding us
that is the goal
Anonymous
I'd like to thank everybody who's shared their poems so far! We got some good contenders here!
Only two more days to go! BRING ON THE GAYNESS BITCHES! <3
Only two more days to go! BRING ON THE GAYNESS BITCHES! <3
PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Forum Posts: 1483
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
30
Joined 5th Dec 2012 Forum Posts: 1483
Waow! I love it!!
Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2808
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
70
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2808
- Throes of Love -
For someone very dear to me…
Oh, how I feel the stirrings of fire within my soul…
And in my heart: the drumbeat of thy fairest glory!
For thee, I feel as if my passion is beyond control,
And I long to lie in thy arms, free from all worry.
I was such a timid maid but thou gave me strength,
Showing me that there was a reason, a purpose…
To every breath I take, through time’s long length!
You saw me most truly: the girl behind the surface.
How I pine for thee, until I fear I may go so mad!
Others scorn me for me feelings, but they are true:
Those passions within me, perfect and most glad…
Come to me soon my love, and let our kiss ensue!
I long to melt in thy arms and surrender unto thee.
So many dreams I dare to allow to be given flight,
And to make thee happy I would let them run free.
To hasten to thy side, in time for the coming night!
Oh, to have thee be my lover would cheer me so!
The thought sets me to dance and song most wild,
My skirts flailing about me, as I waltz to and fro…
Imagining thou are my partner wantonly, not mild!
This life I shall be thy princess, giving thee rapture.
Such as cannot be imagined, even in thy fantasies.
Oh thou maiden of my heart, my heart to capture!
I am seized by thy smile, and a-swim in ecstasies.
For two ladies as we to find love so Sapphic fair,
Makes me to swoon, and sets me to this rhyme…
Until, to this storm, I have naught I can compare.
Come to me soon my love, in love most sublime!
I am in the throes of love; touched, by its’ muses.
There is whirlwind blowing my spirit hither, yon…
And I cannot relate it, within these simple verses.
If love were a battle then thou hast sweetly won!
Oh, how I am conquered and I wish not for less!
That I may ne’er again, be lonely for thy charms.
I imagine thy hands upon the folds of my dress…
Thy eyes bright with that glint that thusly disarms.
Greener than ivy is my passion, alive and strong!
And how my bosom heaves at lusty imaginings…
My lips long to be penetrated by thy wet tongue.
And my girlish mind, in mad enchantment, sings!
My waist is lonely without a hand around it now.
And I see thy own, where I wish for it to dwell…
I am caught up in my hopes, asking not the how.
Come to me soon my love, like the tides’ swell!
I long for thy love to crash upon my lonely shore,
Giving life, where once was so much desolation.
Thy love is all I seek, and I would not ask more,
And until it is mine, I shall persist in celebration!
For someone very dear to me…
Oh, how I feel the stirrings of fire within my soul…
And in my heart: the drumbeat of thy fairest glory!
For thee, I feel as if my passion is beyond control,
And I long to lie in thy arms, free from all worry.
I was such a timid maid but thou gave me strength,
Showing me that there was a reason, a purpose…
To every breath I take, through time’s long length!
You saw me most truly: the girl behind the surface.
How I pine for thee, until I fear I may go so mad!
Others scorn me for me feelings, but they are true:
Those passions within me, perfect and most glad…
Come to me soon my love, and let our kiss ensue!
I long to melt in thy arms and surrender unto thee.
So many dreams I dare to allow to be given flight,
And to make thee happy I would let them run free.
To hasten to thy side, in time for the coming night!
Oh, to have thee be my lover would cheer me so!
The thought sets me to dance and song most wild,
My skirts flailing about me, as I waltz to and fro…
Imagining thou are my partner wantonly, not mild!
This life I shall be thy princess, giving thee rapture.
Such as cannot be imagined, even in thy fantasies.
Oh thou maiden of my heart, my heart to capture!
I am seized by thy smile, and a-swim in ecstasies.
For two ladies as we to find love so Sapphic fair,
Makes me to swoon, and sets me to this rhyme…
Until, to this storm, I have naught I can compare.
Come to me soon my love, in love most sublime!
I am in the throes of love; touched, by its’ muses.
There is whirlwind blowing my spirit hither, yon…
And I cannot relate it, within these simple verses.
If love were a battle then thou hast sweetly won!
Oh, how I am conquered and I wish not for less!
That I may ne’er again, be lonely for thy charms.
I imagine thy hands upon the folds of my dress…
Thy eyes bright with that glint that thusly disarms.
Greener than ivy is my passion, alive and strong!
And how my bosom heaves at lusty imaginings…
My lips long to be penetrated by thy wet tongue.
And my girlish mind, in mad enchantment, sings!
My waist is lonely without a hand around it now.
And I see thy own, where I wish for it to dwell…
I am caught up in my hopes, asking not the how.
Come to me soon my love, like the tides’ swell!
I long for thy love to crash upon my lonely shore,
Giving life, where once was so much desolation.
Thy love is all I seek, and I would not ask more,
And until it is mine, I shall persist in celebration!
Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2808
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
70
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2808
- Gothic Alchemy -
Part I – Transmutation
He had been a nobleman, in an era now long ago,
And he dwelt in the manor of his ancestral lineage.
Love he sought, but not a maid could he persuade,
For they feared: his family’s reputation for sorcery.
On a black night, when the winds did loudly blow,
The nobleman made a pact with Hell in all his rage.
To end his loneliness, unafraid he embraced shade,
The philosopher’s stone so yielded, to his mastery.
And of him they saw never more, yet he died not…
Transmuted by arcane power into a different form.
He had found whatever it was he had thus sought,
Whilst outside, the wind grew into a mighty storm!
A noble lady haunted the place in the hours after…
Waiting, for a sign that her lonely vigil was to end.
Whilst an owl flew high in the tallest tower’s rafter,
As lightning struck a distant tree, and did so rend!
The noble lady tended the hearth, a smile playing…
Upon her lips, which had finished to gods praying.
Part II – Celebration
She came to the door of the manor out of the rain,
A woman: seeking but a place to pass the evening.
Never knowing what lay within, yet also uncaring…
Hopeful: that she might prevail upon old hospitality.
The woman knocked loudly, then knocked again…
And a noble lady answered in a gown shimmering,
With eyes that left the visitor in awe and so staring.
The two maids locked gazes in a mutual serenity…
Which neither could fathom; the visitor then spoke,
Asking to come in for a time to warm by the flame.
The hearth was blazing, its’ fires just newly awoke,
Whilst the two women sat by it, hearts the same…
Connecting on levels neither could truly understand.
The noble lady knew some power was so working,
Binding them together, like the rain unto all the land.
The visitor felt it too, easing all of her lonely hurting!
Two lonely souls, two ladies who walked the night,
Then kissed, and discovered therein, sweet delight.
Part III – Liberation
“Oh tell me visitor whomever you may be, of more!”
Asked the noble lady: yearning, to know her name.
But the visitor asked her also, to speak of things…
And they whispered together, beyond dark twilight.
The noble lady told her secret, and of ancient lore,
For the love she was feeling, robbed her of shame:
“I was a nobleman, but with power that hotly stings,
My flesh was remade in the early time of this night.”
Thus her confession caused the visitor’s wide smile!
For the visitor was really a man seeking to escape,
From life as a squire: for a knight so cruel and vile…
And in the woman before him, he saw a better fate.
The power of the Philosopher’s Stone worked well,
And Heaven broke the pact with Hell through love.
The noble lady’s heart was glad, and did thus swell,
With passion for the squire, as winds roared above.
Two lost and lonely souls were now thus complete,
Their alchemy in the shadows: forbidden and sweet.
Part I – Transmutation
He had been a nobleman, in an era now long ago,
And he dwelt in the manor of his ancestral lineage.
Love he sought, but not a maid could he persuade,
For they feared: his family’s reputation for sorcery.
On a black night, when the winds did loudly blow,
The nobleman made a pact with Hell in all his rage.
To end his loneliness, unafraid he embraced shade,
The philosopher’s stone so yielded, to his mastery.
And of him they saw never more, yet he died not…
Transmuted by arcane power into a different form.
He had found whatever it was he had thus sought,
Whilst outside, the wind grew into a mighty storm!
A noble lady haunted the place in the hours after…
Waiting, for a sign that her lonely vigil was to end.
Whilst an owl flew high in the tallest tower’s rafter,
As lightning struck a distant tree, and did so rend!
The noble lady tended the hearth, a smile playing…
Upon her lips, which had finished to gods praying.
Part II – Celebration
She came to the door of the manor out of the rain,
A woman: seeking but a place to pass the evening.
Never knowing what lay within, yet also uncaring…
Hopeful: that she might prevail upon old hospitality.
The woman knocked loudly, then knocked again…
And a noble lady answered in a gown shimmering,
With eyes that left the visitor in awe and so staring.
The two maids locked gazes in a mutual serenity…
Which neither could fathom; the visitor then spoke,
Asking to come in for a time to warm by the flame.
The hearth was blazing, its’ fires just newly awoke,
Whilst the two women sat by it, hearts the same…
Connecting on levels neither could truly understand.
The noble lady knew some power was so working,
Binding them together, like the rain unto all the land.
The visitor felt it too, easing all of her lonely hurting!
Two lonely souls, two ladies who walked the night,
Then kissed, and discovered therein, sweet delight.
Part III – Liberation
“Oh tell me visitor whomever you may be, of more!”
Asked the noble lady: yearning, to know her name.
But the visitor asked her also, to speak of things…
And they whispered together, beyond dark twilight.
The noble lady told her secret, and of ancient lore,
For the love she was feeling, robbed her of shame:
“I was a nobleman, but with power that hotly stings,
My flesh was remade in the early time of this night.”
Thus her confession caused the visitor’s wide smile!
For the visitor was really a man seeking to escape,
From life as a squire: for a knight so cruel and vile…
And in the woman before him, he saw a better fate.
The power of the Philosopher’s Stone worked well,
And Heaven broke the pact with Hell through love.
The noble lady’s heart was glad, and did thus swell,
With passion for the squire, as winds roared above.
Two lost and lonely souls were now thus complete,
Their alchemy in the shadows: forbidden and sweet.
PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Forum Posts: 1483
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
30
Joined 5th Dec 2012 Forum Posts: 1483
AscensionES said:The Pink Triangle
I remember dancing with Chris
in Danzig, by the sea.
We'd sing to each other
play with our hands
with the chirping birds
and the rolling of the sea.
Thinking back to the time,
when I was free
in the old Weimar days
of freedom and democracy
it all seemed so perfect
but now, we've taken a step back in time
to the days of barbarians.
Rounded up and flogged
with a pink triangle on my clothing
I shiver, as the noose sways in front of me.
They call me a fagget
that I have disgraced my Aryan blood.
I remember when they forced Chris to his knees
they put a bullet through his skull.
His blood sprayed over me,
slavic, slave blood.
He had it easy
for I have been sentenced to hang
by the noose.
Hear I stand,
still who I am.
Waiting for death,
a sentence.
Handed down from Hell.
With a crack,
the floor falls through
as do my feet, and my legs
I hang, twitching for release.
I am shot through the chest
as I die, the blood splatters
pure, Aryan blood.
Splattered across the pavement.
Left here, by the noose
I sway in the breeze.
With the purity
dripping from my carcass.
Waow! I love it!!
I remember dancing with Chris
in Danzig, by the sea.
We'd sing to each other
play with our hands
with the chirping birds
and the rolling of the sea.
Thinking back to the time,
when I was free
in the old Weimar days
of freedom and democracy
it all seemed so perfect
but now, we've taken a step back in time
to the days of barbarians.
Rounded up and flogged
with a pink triangle on my clothing
I shiver, as the noose sways in front of me.
They call me a fagget
that I have disgraced my Aryan blood.
I remember when they forced Chris to his knees
they put a bullet through his skull.
His blood sprayed over me,
slavic, slave blood.
He had it easy
for I have been sentenced to hang
by the noose.
Hear I stand,
still who I am.
Waiting for death,
a sentence.
Handed down from Hell.
With a crack,
the floor falls through
as do my feet, and my legs
I hang, twitching for release.
I am shot through the chest
as I die, the blood splatters
pure, Aryan blood.
Splattered across the pavement.
Left here, by the noose
I sway in the breeze.
With the purity
dripping from my carcass.
Waow! I love it!!
Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2808
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
70
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2808
- The Sharpness of My Pain -
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!