Fence sitting causes splinters
But safety found in silence
Watching games there playing
Wondering at their worth
Falsehoods blossoming like petals
Some believe their truth
Sighing to see the games they play
Knowing of life inner truth
Gathered in their numbers safety in the flock
New ideas shielded by their misunderstandings
Wasting all their youth
Laughing in the silence
The crowds they mill and flock
Careful always on the edge never the boat to rock
Game playing with their lies held high
Again they con people [please they try
Sadness fills my vision watching as they lament
Beds they've made they sleep in
More tricks just to pay the rent
The when called on to answer
The blame they lay sideways
Always the fault of others
Through their patterns remain the same
(GE2014) (C) Reserved

You are my dragon, dear heart,
You are the roaring force, the fire inside.
I will ride you, boldly, proudly,
Take me where I need to be.

I am made of clay, I need your flames
To make me whole, to bring me to myself.
I have been moulded, but now, I crave the melding,
Breathe on me; set me free.

Dream me now in brilliantine,
Dream that you are mine.
Meet me there, the blazing air
Will feed the flames, birth char-sweet destiny.

You can do this, breathe a world to life,
I know you can, firebreather, raging volcano,
Carry me, I burn so, lava borne,
to our world, dragon, darkly dreamed.

i don't deserve the stars
in your eyes and the electricity in
your smiles. you are a
thousand watts, composed with
all the atoms that make
up me; you are the rays of sun in
my silver linings; and me?
i'm just the moon, caught in between
an eclipse of life and death.

you
with your charming, teeth whited, half-witted smiles,
clumsily showing me how things should be done.

you
with your endless rambles about no one but yourself
and occasionally asking about me as if i was special.

you
calling to me only when you're in need of something
or need of something from me
but never needing me.

you
with your opened, large, sea-blue eyes
blinking back at me.


you
and your words that could set me off into the sky,
the type that made me fly so high, that once i fell
my chances and i
will die.

i don't drink like anybody else
i don't drink to forget the pain
i drink to forget things about myself,

like how it must've been my fault
that you were never your whole
until you've lost control.

now i'm standing under the moon
my thoughts seemed faded and worn;
can i see you soon?

if not;
if you say you already have plans
for today,
then

i'm ready to drink
i'm waiting to drown,
and in a blink
i'll see you in my dreams.

the title is meant to be ironic
enough to draw the attention
of the easily offended and
dramatic internet users
who happen to cross this
poem.

it's ironic because 'Gay' & 'Bible'
usually come in contention;
words unfit to modify the other
a neon g-string preist is odd
but it ain't necessarily
so.

I explained this.

A sign of the times,
It's my crisis
I'll exist if I want to.

She stopped eating until she was nothing but right angles and sharp edges. It was if she couldn’t understand the math of the world she lived in, so she sought the neat geometry of the curve of her hollowed hips, the bend of her wishbone elbow, and the measurements of her rag doll ankles.

Venus sighs.

a camera on your own life
a camera in every room
following your daily routines
from dus(t) until Dawn
your apps have cameras
so you can update your day
like you update your software;
you update your Instagram

The noose tightens.

reality Game
no escape from the fly eggs
grubs in your routine
stitches on your day
you can’t look away or put it down
bombardment;
the reality game show re-union special
happens every time you look down
old reality recap episodes on loop in your head,
etc., etc.

Venus died
and you didn't even tweet about it.