10.30.17

What to do?
You think me confused?
But, I’m as sure as can be baby.

Why can’t you see
that this is just the way I was meant to be?
I’m not condemned for the choices that I make,
or those that I don't make.
I’m not going to hell,
For the people with who I've laid beside.

But still, you’re all so full of hate
For a lifestyle that I can’t help
But partake….in.

I’m just trying to get by,
Like every other human being I pass by.

I’m not shy,
I am proud of who I am.
I’m not ashamed, of who I let in my heart.
Man,
Woman,
Gender-*******-fluid.
Or someone in between.

We are not the Devil’s advocate.
We're not bathed in sin.

And no, we are NOT trying to
To make you like this.

The rain came down,
and it keeps coming down,
so nourishing to the parched earth
yet so gloomy and low. It fits the mood.
An event that must happen, for the world to survive
But that, in the moment, only feels like a dreary moodsetter on a blustery day.
It isn’t too dark out. Despite the rain coming down in torrents, it’s still bright.
As I drive along the highway I see that rays of
sunshine are poking out from behind the clouds, and I think that,
somewhere along the distance, from the right vantage, where the brilliant sun rays
hit the storm droplets at just the right angle, there might be a rainbow
somewhere.
Just too far gone down the road for me to see it.

A rain of words
In the rainbow of sky
Is like a cup of tea
Enjoyed slowly
With the essence
Of tea leaves
And cardomom in milk
With the atmospheric sights
Of a cheering sun
Shining in the morning dews
Of green grasses
With a refreshing air
Is an amazing sunbow

Rainbow of words
Is like a miracle of colours
Painted in the deep sky
After the hurdles
So as the clouds
And the shining droplets
Of rain

All that makes visible
To the shining moon
In the dark sky
Gathered with twinkling stars
In the hearts
Of nature’s blessings
Is the moonbow
Which is tried to express
With the colour of sky
As the rainbow of words
Is a miracle of colours

Ask not the rainbow
what did it paint first
the first light?
With its first splash
of colours on the rose
it begs in the eyeballs
of all the stars.
Listen to the nightingale
why it still cries?

true inspiration is hard to
find since inspiration will
find you

don't you sleep ever again; you
could miss something

We had something that never happened
Lost, uncertain, no control
Kids on a playground, ring-o-round,
Livid souls, trying to run but are trapped in

Suited like a shadow with multiple resting faces
Soul sunken into my shoes in my rainbow shoelaces

Apple in my throat, choking on my emotions
Anxious, paranoid, the same typical symptoms
I feel a little crazy, but at least it's kind of fun
It's a scary day when the depression comes

Captivate my flickering,
This hearts a costume, playing daydream
I'm tired of running the same old mazes
Time to tie up my rainbow shoelaces

The golden ratio matter is 1 solid firm,
still, it's a waxing and waning moon
hanging low over the 0 ocean of life.

What loses plops deep in the zero null
is destined for a hike, a graceful bounce!
As if the hard science turn in the romance
like a rainbow cheerfully pops out
tantalising every looking eye.

The colourful cutie is a stealer of the eyes
is a killer for no hand it's up for grab!

Though it does come close by
gives a look down to the ground
like a garland of flowers laying
against the blue wall of the sky!

Vividly shows up is not a far cry
from the birds on the trees
tweeting on everyone's way.
But have you heard
a rainbow did one ever touch?

The matter too on the cutting edge
in the golden ratio cut flown off the petals
blossoms in zero matter formless fragrance!