Two paths diverged in a wood
And I thought of Robert Frost
Who taught me to take the one less traveled.
The left path was covered in bramble bushes and thorns
The right was clear and cozy.
The left was dark,
Mysterious
Strangely inviting.
And did I take the path less traveled as a hipster might do,
Out of fear of conformity?
No.
Did I take it because Robert Frost told me to?
No.
I took the path less traveled because I knew already where everyone else was going.
To push through the brambles,
To decide my own path,
To choose my own destiny despite the hardships,
Meant veering away from the popular.
But it also meant new results.
And I have bled.
I have been cut
Slashed
Wounded for the transgression of being different.
And the path has been painful.
It has been hard.
Many that I thought would walk with me
Have fallen by the wayside.
Yet I look at how far I have come
How much I have grown.
Yes, this path has hurt me.
It has hurt me enough to want to turn back,
To cry off my quest and leave the path of the beam.
How much pain can one person endure?
How much will snap even the strongest resolve?
Still, I persisted.
Through pain
Through rain and snow
Death and tears
Heartbreak and sorrow
I marched forward.
And Robert Frost was right all along:
It really has made all the difference.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Red is blood
Red is fire.
Red is your eyes
As the drugs take you higher.
Red as my heart
As it bleeds for you.
Red as my throat
As it screams for you.
Red in my eyes
As I cry once again.
I light up a Joe
And it's red at the end.
Red in my dreams
Red when I wake.
Blood on a cross
As my faith I forsake.
Red is for passion.
Red is for love.
But my love and passion
They weren't enough.
Red for the sunsets
All those that we'll miss.
Red for your lips
That I'll never kiss.
Red for the torment.
Red for the pain.
I wish away red
But I do so in vain.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I can't escape the hell I'm in.
Although I struggle and beg for rapture,
I'm shackled,
Imprisoned,
Captured.
Captured forever.
Captured by feelings
Bound by my love
Here in this darkness
The only light the endless fire of that love.
And I know so long as the fire burns
What we had lives on.
Yet it reminds me
that what we had is gone.
Oh fire!
Consume me!
Stop the painful beating of my heart.
For every beat screams his name.
And that name echoes off the rock walls
Piercing and slicing
like the pitchforks of devils.
If you could but end me,
Or reduce yourself to coals
That I may feel your heat no longer.
For no flame of hell ever singed so painfully.
No pit of Tartarus was ever so tortuous.
No ****** soul ever suffered so much.
Sisyphus never pushed a boulder so heavy.
As Satan fell from heav'n like lightning,
So too did I fall into this pit of agony.
In losing him I fell from grace.
I tumbled from a heavenly place
Into my own damnation.
There is nothing left but the flames
And the screams
And the tears that never fully dry.
I raise my shackled hands high.
I scream for him.
I tell him again and again that I love him.
I repent with every breath of my sins.
I beg him for mercy.
But I must pay the price for my crimes.
I have lost my place as bearer of light.
I have lost my place as his sunshine.
My place is here now
Where the eternal fires of my love are never quenched
And the agonizing worm of regret dieth not.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!
To love is to walk streets of gold.
To lose it is to cross the river Styx.
I can't escape the hell I'm in.
Although I struggle and beg for rapture,
I'm shackled,
Imprisoned,
Captured forever by love.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
**** is such a lovely way
to say just what you're thinking.
And you might find you say it more
on days when you've been drinking.
It's used most as an adjective
like "You're my ******* chum."
It's also useful as a verb
like "May I **** your ***
It's also used in other words
like "Abso-fucking-lutely."
It conveys rage or sarcasm
like "Someone ******* shoot me!"
**** you!" said the angry man
that you cut off this morning.
**** your mom and **** your dad!
How bout some ******* warning?"
You used it to describe your God.
"Oh Jesus ******* Christ!"
That's what you screamed up to the sky
when your hand met the knife.
You used it to describe your girl.
"You stupid ******* *****
You ****** around! I know you did!
I've got the ******* itch!"
You talk about your ******* boss.
He's such a ******* *****
He ****** you on your ******* check
cause he ***** ******* ****
Yes **** is such a lovely phrase
to sing or scream or murmur
Say it to the wrong man, though
and you'll get ******* murdered.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
PARODY OF "IF I ONLY HAD A BRAIN" FROM "THE WIZARD OF OZ"
(Scarecrow)
I could scare away the haters
Who ain't nuthin' but traitors
and not Ameri-cuns.
And my clip I'd be loadiin'
Fill the ******* with forebodin'
If I only had a gun
The body would be riddled
of any individ'le
Who ever hurt someone
(Dorothy)
With the shots you'd be shootin'
You could be another Nugent
If you only had a gun
(Scarecrow)
Oh, I would tell you of
The second amendment
I could shoot at people like the President
And then I'd sit and do a stint.
It would not be just a trifle
to ban my assault rifle
and ruin all my fun.
I would ***** and then I'd gripe
And shoot you in the windpipe
If I only had a gun.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
I like to worship Satan
who lives way down in hell,
and when he said "You'll be here too!"
I told him "Gosh, that's swell."
I like to worship Satan.
He's awfully sweet and kind,
and when he said "I want your soul!"
I told him "I don't mind."
I like to worship Satan
and take big guns to school
and open fire on my peers
cause Satan thinks it's cool.
Hail Satan!
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
In the field
where roses sing
a lonely man approaches.
His face is haggard,
stained and scarred
yet strong as he encroaches.
He won't stop
to think of rest
though long his quest has taken.
His ka-tet broken
friends all dead
yet his resolve's not shaken.
He goes up
the ancient steps
and sees his precious moments.
Why does he smell
sweet alkali?
Is this a form of torment?
Thirty-eight
he sees his love,
sweet Susan dead from fire.
Oh Char-you tree!
He feels such guilt
but keeps climbing the spire.
Up he goes.
He ponders this:
Mayhap it goes forever?
But, no. It can't!
His life is long,
but not that long, however.
To the top
where one last door
with ROLAND on the surface
does call to him
and begs him come,
for was this not his purpose?
There engraved
upon the ****
the guns his father gave him
wrapped in a rose.
But they are gone.
No, even they won't save him.
Past the door
the hot Mohaine
and alkali await him.
He begs mercy
but ka has none.
The Tower it did bait him.
Roland, he
begins anew
and remembers not a thing.
He marches on,
the Tower waits
among where roses sing.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
PARODY OF "THE DUCK SONG"
A duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "No, we just sell this ********
But it's dumb, and I'll bet, you'll buy all of it!
Can we count on your vote?"
The duck said: "No."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "No, like I said yesterday
We just sell you ******** okay?
Why not vote for our guy?"
The duck said: "Good bye."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "Look, this is gettin' old.
I mean, ******** is all we've ever sold.
Why not give us your vote?"
The duck said: "How about... no."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "That's it! If you don't stay the **** away,
you're a terrorist bound straight for Guantanamo Bay.
So give us your vote!"
The duck said: "Adios!"
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got your Free Speech?"
"What?" "Got your Free Speech?" "No, why would I - oh..."
"Then one more question for you:
"Got any guns?"
And the man just stopped,
The he started to twitch,
He started to cry,
then started to *****
He said: "Come on, duck,
Let's go to DC.
Talk to Obama,
So you don't have to harass me."
So they went to DC,
And Obama said “Hey”.
Tried to shake the duck's hand,
And the duck said: "Hmm, no thanks.
“But you know what I think?
And this is real as it gets
I think DC...
I think DC...
I think DC
is full of ********
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Under the old covered bridge
my defenses fall
like the torrential rain that serenades us.
You pull me in close
your voice like sweet music in my ear
as you whisper you love me.
Under the old covered bridge
our lips connect
and our passion leaves me breathless.
Our hands are hungry
as we shed our garments like animal fur
and come together as one.
Under the old covered bridge
I inquire of you:
Have I a future with the preacher's son?
Your response is as vague
as your father's worthless Sunday sermons.
You offer me nothing.
Under the old covered bridge
I weep as you leave.
You swear an oath that you will call.
I know that you won't.
Your loyalty is with your church
and your archaic god.
Under the old covered bridge
I lie one last time.
I gave my heart and innocence here
and you trampled it.
As my eternal essence slips away,
I whisper your name.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
A POETIC MONOLOGUE
Romeo, romeo
wherefore art thou Romeo
Why are you Romeo?
Why must I be attracted to Romeo?
Was it God that made me this way?
The Christians will scoff
and they will judge
and they will say
“It's a choice that you yourself make”
Is this what you believe?
That every struggle I go through,
every ignored prayer I've ever prayed,
every tear I cried,
was all happening by my own choice?
You would dare to sit there
and hold me in judgement
and tell me that none of my feelings are real?
And you tell me that I have a choice to make,
that I can choose life or choose death.
Choose who you will follow!
As for you and your house,
you will serve the LORD.
And I came to the conclusion
that's you're absolutely right.
I have a choice to make,
and here is what I have decided:
I choose life.
Life lived how I want to live it!
Not dictated by someone else's morals
handed down to them by some
ancient blood god.
No, this is life as I choose it!
A life of loving someone
until you feel like they are a part of you.
A life of selflessness
in that you would die just to save them,
A life of laughter,
of tears,
of fights,
of make ups
and tender moments.
Is that really all that different
from what you have?
I choose to break out of the mental *******
that you programmed into me
throughout my entire life.
I choose to believe that our Creator
would not give us the ability to love like that
and then punish us eternally for doing it.
I choose to break free of fear
of stigmas and prejudices and ideas
that make no logical sense.
So you asked me my choice,
and now you have it.
Ostracize me!
Label me!
Gossip about how perverted I am
among the other church hens!
Your ******* will no longer hold me back.
Your scare tactics and your unreasonable hatred
will only add fuel to the fire of the rage
that you yourselves have kindled.
Perhaps you could even say
that my anger is fueled by the hell fires
that will one day consume me.
There should be no shame in loving Romeo.
As Juliet said as she stood there,
her love far below,
“Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or if thy wiltnot,be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
Montegue and Capulet,
their love forbidden.
Their families against them.
And one said to the other
“Forsake those who oppose us to be with me.
Or if you will not forsake anyone,
then I will forsake those who discourage me.
To be with you.
That my Christian family will ostracize me
when they find out
does not bother me.
That many friends who are Christians
will suddenly have no time for me
does not bother me.
What bothers me is that you could be so cold
while claiming to have the love of God
that you would treat people this way.
Where's your compassion?
Where's your mercy?
God commanded you
to have those things too.
I guess picking cherries
doesn't just happen in orchards.
I wish I had a voice.
I wish I was someone that people listened to.
I would tell people to love without question
and NEVER
let anyone
tell you who you can love.
Stand up and be proud,
and proud of the ones who love you so much.
Grab life by the *****
if you'll pardon the expression,
and stand up for what matters to you.
Show those who oppose you
that you love this person so much
that you would gladly forsake being a Montague
to be with them.
And that they would happily leave behind the Capulets
just for an opportunity to hold hands with you.
That I found someone
I would spend the rest of my life with
should be a happy moment for them.
That they'd turn it into such a moment of sadness
is heartbreaking beyond words to express.
Oh I'm not a member of your family anymore?
Oh I should lose your phone number?
Well played, Christian brothers and sisters.
Well played.
But I will not be discouraged.
I will not be swayed.
Must I forsake the Capulets to be with my love?
Fine.
So be it.
But let it be known now
that I will not be silent.
I will not cry off until
injustice has been broken
and humanity's darker side
falls into a dark grave
dug with it's own ignorance and hatred.
Until every person is free under the law
until every voice raised against us
finally falls silent.
Equal love, equal rights.
Peace, brothers and sisters.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC