Epitaph

Such glorious youth, wasted.
Love poured forth from you,
But did it evade you?
Your passing evokes emotions, visceral, raw.


I dare not do the same, though thoughts arise.
Those close to me, I'm not ready to depart.
Our ships sail rocky seas, as of late.
They're out of sight, from drenching rains.


Alas, I love them so.
My dream is to calm our waters,
To sail together again, as before.
But I am not the one likely to expire.


It's not too late, yet.
Though time passes ever swiftly.
My own youth, I've wasted,
Playing Hide & Seek with Fate.


I must act, repair our leaking hulls.
For one knows not when life will be blown out.
These days are sullen, filled with grief,
But things as these never fail to make one think.


For Joey Braun, whose life brought joy to others.


God rest his soul.

Guilt of the Survivor

I thought of you again.
More frequent, as of late.
I've felt your eyes,
But I don't see you.


I lie down in the rain.
Get soaked by your tears.
Why do you cry?
Now you can fly...


I felt your pain.
I understood.
It hurts to not feel loved.
I've been there.


You could've told me.
Tried to hold me.
I would've listened.
I would've cared.


But, it's done now,
And I miss you.
Remember me.
Please.

If Only

Written for a man to mail his significant other while in jail for St. Valentine's Day:


If only I could stretch my hand through time,
And stop myself from acting so unwise,
I'd never have to say such sad goodbyes,
Or leave your stunning beauty for such grime.
I'd lie with you this Saint's Day, so sublime.
And lose myself within your sweet green eyes.
You're my blond angel who I'll ever prize.
To lose you, dear, would be a mortal crime.


And, so, I vow to be with you next year.
To make you smile, be your teddy bear.
I long for us to be together, free,
To kiss your luscious lips, to have you near.
Such wond'rous times and mem'ries we will share.
If only I have you and you have me.

The Outcast's Out-lash

These feral masochistic trysts I hold,
Are born of pensive loathing and disdain.
For I am always filled with dismal pain,
From living life in discord with The Fold.
I find the hearts of men jejune and cold.
Their folly is the reason for their bane,
They glorify their waste, yet I'm insane?
How dare those fools begin to be so bold!


I'll make them bleed, succumb to languor yet.
They'll cry out while they writhe in agony.
But that won't make their hearts less dim or dull.
Appeasing of my fury only met.
The true solution I have yet to see.
This quandary forever I will mull. 

Reflective Requiem

Two lovers riven swiftly by the times.
Their hearts misunderstood by ethos raw.
A paradigm held fierce, enforced as law,
Destroyed these youths while brightened by their primes.
Their rendezvous', denounced as heinous crimes,
Are why they languished under purist maw.
The killings justified by ardent awe,
Are reason for my angered, mournful rhymes.


Their deaths, of course, do not need be in vain,
For times have changed since days of martyrs' past.
Let's spread our revolution through the earth,
In memory of those unjustly slain.
The splendor of our efforts near at last!
We have good reason to indulge in mirth.

A Cry to Destiny

Oh sweet and sultry reverie of love.
Why are you always fleeting, scarce, and sham?
I seek your virile throes with all I am.
Will you descend with guile from above?
And melt my visc'ral freeze as if a glove?
For as a man, I'm but a meager lamb,
Who does not ask for fortune, wealth, or glam.
Oh Destiny, please give this soul a shove.


It's unadulterated love I seek.
I tend to harbor something quite effete.
This grand abyss is cause for acrid pains,
Which leave a sullen dream-scape, cold and bleak.
Until my one true love I fin'lly meet,
I shall resign to melancholy strains.

Battle Cry of "Deviants" - For Coming Out Day 2010

No longer will we be ignored! Rejoice!
Our angered hearts rebelled with flagrancy!
Their stupor, now revealed, is plain to see,
For we oppressed have finally gained our voice.
They wrote us off and said it was a choice.
With zeal they vilified all those like me.
But, soon the time will come where we'll be free!
No longer will we be ignored! Rejoice!


The crying out of millions live and dead,
Will shatter the foundations of their lies.
We're at the dawn of victory. Hold fast!
Let's leave the ign'rant masses in our stead!
So what if girls like girls and guys like guys?
The end of prejudice is nigh at last!