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Man, Maid, and Monster
- Man, Maid, and Monster -
Men often look at me as I walk down the street each day,
In my feminine attire, as pretty as I can be although male…
Do they know I find it pleasurable, to be seen in that way?
I say naught and walk on, and then later I’ll deeply exhale.
The women look, though more often with some curiosity!
Some will seem attracted by me, and I find that pleasing…
But others do not seem to appreciate my stylized variety.
Are they jealous or judgmental, or are they really teasing?
I put on my makeup before going out, and I feel beautiful.
Freely, I tell people I see myself as a lady; and they smile!
My lipstick makes my small lips look more round and full,
But these lips have not been kissed in so very long a while.
I try to be a good soul, to some a mentor and a sponsor…
And to others, a guide and an inspiration for ideals bright!
Yet there are still people who shall see me like a monster.
They cannot understand that, for me what I am is so right!
I used to think they could see my dark side, another life…
But people cannot see into a soul if they lack true wisdom.
Let them call me a monster, let them seek to cause strife…
By being narrow-minded like peasants in an old kingdom!
I am different, and I am beautiful in my own way as well…
The right person will see that, and love me for it so deeply.
If for that I am damned then let me burn in the pits of Hell!
Individuality is not a sin, and only liberty can set us all free.
I was called monster before, when for liberty I stood fast,
And the tyrant of the gods demanded that I kneel so low!
For freedom, out of Heaven I was hounded and thus cast,
At last into the guise of a mortal, to know a human’s woe!
I was called monster when Atlantis sank because of pride,
For I brought it a faith they twisted until it broke them true.
I was called monster in Ys, when in the palace I did abide,
Lover to the princess, ere her land fell into the sea so blue.
Will I walk until judgment day, with people not seeing me?
Never knowing my sorrows and burdens, my longings too!
I shall say I did likewise know them not, when my destiny,
Brings me full circle, and those who mocked me their due.
For love, I would make peace with the past and move on,
Being simply, the lady I feel within, and try to be without!
But where is love, in a cold world where very little is won,
Save when we embrace freedom, casting away all doubt?
Look not too deeply, lest you see the monster you seek…
Hate me not, lest in that hatred you call my anger to bear!
Those who are intolerant, show themselves as truly weak.
But karma remembers all, and may cause you great care!
Look up at the morning star; the evening star was my seal.
It shone to match my glory, when in glory I still did dwell,
Not all who fell from that estate were monsters, truly real!
We all have a soul, and mine exists within this mortal shell.
Men often look at me as I walk down the street each day,
In my feminine attire, as pretty as I can be although male…
Do they know I find it pleasurable, to be seen in that way?
I say naught and walk on, and then later I’ll deeply exhale.
The women look, though more often with some curiosity!
Some will seem attracted by me, and I find that pleasing…
But others do not seem to appreciate my stylized variety.
Are they jealous or judgmental, or are they really teasing?
I put on my makeup before going out, and I feel beautiful.
Freely, I tell people I see myself as a lady; and they smile!
My lipstick makes my small lips look more round and full,
But these lips have not been kissed in so very long a while.
I try to be a good soul, to some a mentor and a sponsor…
And to others, a guide and an inspiration for ideals bright!
Yet there are still people who shall see me like a monster.
They cannot understand that, for me what I am is so right!
I used to think they could see my dark side, another life…
But people cannot see into a soul if they lack true wisdom.
Let them call me a monster, let them seek to cause strife…
By being narrow-minded like peasants in an old kingdom!
I am different, and I am beautiful in my own way as well…
The right person will see that, and love me for it so deeply.
If for that I am damned then let me burn in the pits of Hell!
Individuality is not a sin, and only liberty can set us all free.
I was called monster before, when for liberty I stood fast,
And the tyrant of the gods demanded that I kneel so low!
For freedom, out of Heaven I was hounded and thus cast,
At last into the guise of a mortal, to know a human’s woe!
I was called monster when Atlantis sank because of pride,
For I brought it a faith they twisted until it broke them true.
I was called monster in Ys, when in the palace I did abide,
Lover to the princess, ere her land fell into the sea so blue.
Will I walk until judgment day, with people not seeing me?
Never knowing my sorrows and burdens, my longings too!
I shall say I did likewise know them not, when my destiny,
Brings me full circle, and those who mocked me their due.
For love, I would make peace with the past and move on,
Being simply, the lady I feel within, and try to be without!
But where is love, in a cold world where very little is won,
Save when we embrace freedom, casting away all doubt?
Look not too deeply, lest you see the monster you seek…
Hate me not, lest in that hatred you call my anger to bear!
Those who are intolerant, show themselves as truly weak.
But karma remembers all, and may cause you great care!
Look up at the morning star; the evening star was my seal.
It shone to match my glory, when in glory I still did dwell,
Not all who fell from that estate were monsters, truly real!
We all have a soul, and mine exists within this mortal shell.
Published 1st Feb 2012
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1st Feb 2012 5:42am
Beautiful and real....it is obvious that you write from your heart.... keep writing!
3rd Feb 2012 5:34am
Thank you all, my friends and fans! You are the best! :) I am happy that you can see the beauty within me, as well as in the poetry I create to express it. Your kindness, and your interest in my writings, is the reason I share my works with you. I love you all.
