IF I WERE GAY

Oh if I were gay, how you’d have known it all along.

I wouldn’t hide it, deny it, tell you lies about it.

I’d scream it in your face, I’d write it on my arms

I’d bring it to the church, I’d bellow happy songs,

I would laugh at your disgust, joke to all your friends, 

And say that I lie deeper than my skin.  

But there is no fault in how I’m made,

Perfect like my God who sits in outer space,

Whether I am a man or have a hand with a man,

I’m your son, and I will not run any different race.

You cannot condemn, pretend, or descend to thoughts

That you are greater, you are cleaner, you are better. 

But for those that are, I’ll end your gross havoc,

And wrap my arms in a colorful straitjacket,

Because I’m the same despite the pain of your disdain

That lives inside your pious hide beneath your walleyed snide. 

I could rate your hate among hypocritical deadweight,

But I was told to love so I will love all despite their ways.

LIES BEHIND OUR FEARS

This great society is void of variety,

Because amidst a tragedy, we see our own propriety.

We indulge in satisfaction and drink our own reactions.

We cash in our action for sociopolitical factions.

We couldn’t care less about lives while our words remain as knives.

We don’t hear our own child’s cries or the adolescent suicides.

Our lack of presence is our culture’s greatest weapon:

Pumping red lead in dead men, our dramatic armageddon.

Because we are the terror, our own cup bearer,

And when we crowd the streets, the news repeats,

As the mute fall cold at our feet.

ABSOLUTELY

The meaning of life is not how you define it.

Wrong is not right no matter what thoughts you have behind it.

God is not a product, nor a means of production.

Rules do not exist for your satisfaction.

You are to love despite the politics.

You are to exemplify despite the hypocrites.

When I say truth is black and white,

It is the difference from day and night.

And when it comes to humanity,

Please do not be stuck up in your vanity.

Because when you're racially blind 

And yet have crystal clear sight,

You will find that we are all one,

For which the same is battle won.

Death is real but you were made in love,

Not by religious robes, church stained-glass or a peaceful dove,

For you are brought home by Jesus' blood.

FALLING IN LOVE WITH FALLEN LOVE

I searched for love but got lost in my thoughts,

I sought invisible hearts that have wandered off far.

I have fallen in love with fallen love.

When I gasp for air I ask the trees above my hair,

Don’t you care, my lungs to spare?

When my throat needs rain I see the clouds,

But see not that heavenly drop.

I wish I could see a glass half full,

But my cup is empty whilst others have plenty!

My embarking heart, in quest of its counterpart,

Has furrowed a hole right through my soul.

And when it returns, to its lifeless sojourn

My hunger hurts with thirst much worse than before.

Cyclical, cynical, critical pain,

When all I wanted was just a little rain!

I searched for love but found that I was lost,

In a hostile thought that love was to find,

When it was given, humble and kind.

WHEN KEYS COLLIDE

Inside this skeleton beneath what’s relevant,

To what you come to mold and try to hold,

I lock my heart and with my chest I guard,

A cage, my rage, fended by smoke and gates.

Outside walkers, passers-by, passing by

Do not climb my fence and from this hence

Are unaware of what ware I wear

Behind walls where my tree branches fall, 

Blocking, breaking halls that hide my pride,

The love that I denied.

Sometimes I wonder if I wander

Deeper waters will I sink, or will I drink,

See blue depressants or incandescent 

Winds that take me high above my lies

To housing nests where I can rest

Without my best or any jest just

Self--pale, stale, tooth-and-nail Self.

But then I think from off the brink

And fall back to halls where

I am led--a light ahead--to doors

That bore in my mind holes that I unlock

And then I see in front of me a choice to go,

Refuse, say no, clear the smoke or hold the choke,

When I feel in my hands a key that brands

Love without demands to go furthermore, 

Find other halls of what’s in store.

From the ground I stand, passing by

Doors and corridors until I hear the sound

That’s crowned behind a wallowed cry.

When I unlock the lock I cannot talk,

For my ribs are broken open for a token--

No, a bronze key that stabs at my heart.

Alarmed, unharmed, I see the skeleton, 

Become once dead, now alive again.

From the ground I kneel, letting,

The key heal, without regretting, me.

Adorned and formed, I am now reborn.

LIGHT FARMER

There is a battle--one before our eyes.

Of night and day, you see the sun and moon

Slaying and praying the other’s defeat.

The dark brings forth a spear and a sword,

Swallowing up any sunlight persistence,

But light fends in deep ends and shields again resistance.

Even when cut to the heart,

Her dying breath spits out the stars to live amongst the dark.

Oh the night, carrying her name,

Ashamed of his act and cast down by this stain,

Cries out crescent moon tears that 

Play songs of forceful harp-strung sneers.

But then color is drained from his eyes as

Color returns to the rolling hills and grassy plains:

Horizon’s spine wasn’t too rugged a climb!

Infrared seas blossom, incandescent smiles shine,

Promising that gold will always invade the night.

Filament dreams never rest unless

The switch is made to wait for nature’s bait.

And let us then not forget,

It is when the dark thinks he’s ahead,

His mark secured upon the bed,

That the flowers learn to grow

And know that light will surely glow.

For we are always told, that you cannot hold a bulb!

Well it is then when you must lease your logic for feeling

And let your fingers find their fluorescent knowing.

If the sun never chose to crawl out of the sky,

Never chose to descend from the clouds way up high,

How then could we find our sight and see the light?

Candle wicks and lamp shade lights

Must be lit for Man to bring what’s right into the night.

You are a fighter, you are a swimmer,

Tilling the sky in seeding waters.

Of falling, the black will lead you,

But of climbing tendrils the white will take you.

Take ahold of this bulb, see to it that it’s revived.

The owl whisper is a sauntered bargainer,

But you will resist, because you are gardener!