A struggle to sustain a persona that can't last.
Hovering over so many.
Intent on presenting self as superior.
A mortal's failure as time overcomes,
Fading beauty, luxurious things.
And attempts to recover and replace only illuminate
The desperate soul within.
Scratching and clawing to hold on
To those things with no substance.
A great fall when reality surfaces.
Comfort should be coveted
By the one suffering by their own ignorance.
Arrogance led them down this treacherous path,
Letting slip everything of real value.
And their only hope is to forgive self,
Perceive and accept they are capable of error,
And blossom into the person they wish to be.

When blood can't relate.
One's own existence questioned
By those supposedly knowing them most.
To search and find a place of belonging.
For although the community they find
Is not perfection, no community is.
What they discover is a family,
Surviving on laughter,
Confronted by detractors every day,
But alway rising.
And when *** is placed where it belongs
In their minds, but just a single characteristic,
Their full potential is realized.

The early years spent exploring, learning.
Impatiently waiting for the days, years to pass.
Eager for privileges, adulthood.
Reputation, being liked,
Following the norm meant everything.
Youth wasted, innocence slipped away.
The middle years spent striving,
Wanting more.
Little time to enjoy what's possessed.
Moments of bliss compressed
Between "where I've been"
And "where I'm going."
If only to stop and ask "where am I?" And breathe.
Tears flowed though I smiled.
No regrets about who I was, forgiven one's self.
No worries about where I'm going.
Gently landing.
Learning to appreciate the moment.
Learning to love and respect myself.
And in knowing myself, found happiness.
So that in latter years
I might reflect on a life appreciated.
Grateful for the best gift one could receive.
And realize the pleasure in giving
Having found my other half.
Knowing I gave my life, body, everything
To one other.

Unspeakable, the acts performed.
Purity devoured in the darkest confines.
Honesty unspoken, a product.
Denying what one experienced,
Either physically or internally,
Feeding deception,
A life with little reality.
Nothing to hold that's real.
Possessions, material a refuge,
But consistently fading.
Replacing what is incapable of enduring.
Realizing the only thing I can feel is real
Is myself, also fading, aging.
Should I stress over what I was
Or what I'm becoming?
How I looked or will look?
Never appreciating what I have currently.
Of all the things I can't control,
When everything else is lost,
Shall I find and keep myself,
Til I be valued by another

I painted a picture.
With only my heart I painted it.
Its beauty was in its simplicity.
And you dulled it with your golden frame.
In an attempt to make it pretty for you,
You made it ugly to me.
You removed every pure intention.
An expression from me to you
Became a trophy for you.
Every message intended, lost.
Reality distorted.
Creativity smothered.
It shines in your room,
But creates no spark.

I wish you'd fly away.
So content on where you think you're going.
So why do you need to stay?
So perfect, no need for growing.
Repeating the same mistakes, 
Let's sit around and waste.
I love the dirt beneath my feet,
To watch the falling leaves,
Listening to a heart beat.
But you're always in a hurry.
No cares for all created
Nor for the Creator.
Locations, possessions priorities.
But I pray you get your way.
That you get to fly away.
Condemning me.
Should I deny my own existence
Would be to deny my Creator.
How can one love the Creator entirely
But not love all created?
And through my love for you
I hope you get your way and fly away.
How can one encourage ignorance,
Smother innovation, education, progress?
Was the brain not created,
And a lack of use not an insult to God?
In a world encouraged to kneel to men before God
Is God not secondary?
But I hope you get your way.
Sins hidden. 
******, adultery, deception.
Do we box God up 
In people, crosses, and buildings?
Is the One that created everything not everywhere
Or is He only in the clouds?
Shall you get your way.
The bickering, controlling, smothering gone, 
But hopefully the meek will stay.
How I long for just one calm and peaceful day.
I pray you get your way.
God let them fly away.
So tired of hearing what they say.
The message behind their words.
Life has no value.
But then again, why would a world 
Ruled by men that think they're God 
Want to meet their Creator?
What would people say
If God appeared with His laws,
Reminding men that measure sin 
Where they should begin?
Would it be a glorious day
If men could no longer cheat on their wives all week
And then pretend to be forgiven on Sunday?
And how much faith exists
Within a soul that rages when tested?
Would faith in God not include
Faith that He created and controls everything?
All I can do is await the fate 
Of those that control what others do, think, and say.
Is to control not to take captive?
But I've reached the point where I want what they want
And I hope and pray they get their way.
It must be tiring to clothe men in dresses
And then convince the world they're not gay.
I grow weary of all the lies and deception.
The disgusting things your people do.
The ignorant things your people say.
All I can do is shake my head, laugh, and pray.
I pray you get your wings and fly away.

Intelligence, innovation smothered by their fears.
Finally condemning the molesting of children
After thousands of years.
Why is no one saying "to take that long is not okay"?
Confirming what the grounded already know is wrong.
Common sense they shouldn't have to say.
But if rubbing your junk on children 
Was accepted at the start, how can they stop it today?
His favored church abandoning it's earliest practices?
My eyes swell with tears, what would Jesus say?
Child *** muggers must keep going to heaven
What was accepted then, must still be okay.
You can't change God's ways.
But I myself have no desire to share heaven with that.
Hell no. Hell I'm on my way.
May the fires of damnation burn away their filth
Because I'd rather be gay.