There is nothing more frustrating
than being terrible at something you love.
However,
there is nothing more satisfying
than doing that something you love.

Some is loud.
Some is quiet.
Some is fast.
Some is slow.
Some is rhythm.
Some is lyric.
Some is all in one.
Some you can't stand to hear.
Some you can't live without.
Music has a lot to say,
with or without lyrics.

Chaos and confusion cloud all my paths.
I can't tell what unfolds before my way.
No sight stacks on until comes forth my wrath.
If life does not clear up I am astray.
I tumble all around until I fall
and I do not know where I am going.
I just stumble as I wait for the call
that will guide me into the all knowing.
But soon all will be clear and I will see
the light of day and mystery of night.
With new eyes I will be brand new and free,
and I will laugh and sing with all my might.
        Right now I am anchored to the unknown.
        But someday I will know and be full grown.

There'a something going on
inside of me.
It's as if I am spiraling within,
craving to rise to the surface.
Outside I am bubbling,
reactive to everything
that touches me.
I am motionless,
a simple shell
amidst dazzling personalities.
They recognize my shell,
nodding in its direction and
it replies automatically,
as I keep spiraling beneath.

It keeps expanding
like a rubber band.
It's ever entrancing,
but it's getting out of hand.
There are too many.
It's harder to conceal,
and it's getting confusing.
How can I say what I feel
when there will be nothing but refusing
from all of them?

Do not sit on your knees
and hang your head down.
You are only wasting  our time.
It will not change anything.
She is strong enough
to carry the heaviest bag on her back
like when she was in the Army.
She is strong enough
to walk through any obstacles
life may throw at her.
She keeps her back straight
and her head up high
as she trudges on.
I look at her and I
admire what I see:
The confidence in her walk
and in her eyes,
the smile on her mouth
that meets her deep dark eyes.
She words extra shifts
to provide for her daughter
and her girlfriend.
She still knows true laughter.
Shunned family.
Ignored by old friends.
The profanity stabs at my heart.
Sorrow and anger has taken over.
However she believes
that the days will grow brighter.
The look of shame on everyone's face
will eventually go back to the warm smiles.
Yes, she is a lesbian.
This is not a reason for prayer.