Pioneers

I feel like a tiny spider in an egg sac
And my only objective is to put as much distance
Between me and my cohorts as soon as I am free
To jump, legs splayed and web trailing,
And hope I catch the breeze that will deliver me
And the only place I can imagine finding hope anymore
Is on some cold, rocky planet far, far away from home,
From all that's familiar, from everything I know
To place all my faith in my own biology and sheer chance
To hope that some of us, wherever we may scatter,
Might continue to weave our webs.

Can't Be Wrong

I'm so goddam stubborn
And I've wasted precious time
Loving others too much,
Too stubborn to let go
And learn when to quit,
Because concluding that
My love was wasted
Feels like a death sentence.
My stubbornness compels me
To prove that true love's kiss
Might be enough to convince Death
To let us love unparted and eternal.

Am I trans

If you are asking
I will just tell you right now
The answer is yes.

Note to Self (Make Room)

The world has a lot of love to give you.
Keep your heart open and let love flow out.
That will make space for their love to flow in.

Letters to an Ex-Lover: Uber Nacht

I hope you asphyxiate on every lie you ever told.
I hope the weight of your sins smothers you slowly over the years.
I hope the poisonous evil that you spit corrodes your veins and mind
Until all that's left of you is a babbling shell with a blackened soul trapped inside.

The Karve

It's time to move like a soldier.
There's a second chance; I'm the beholder.
Now I unwrap and shed my chains,
Forget my pains and strive for new great plains.
Somehow, blessed with that second chance,
Determined to walk straight and true, to dance,
I know there's no hesitating,
No room to question, no speculating.
Quieting the doubtful voices,
I am defending my final choices.
I'm ready to walk through fire,
If it means I will reach something higher.

Firestorm

Wake up to the alarum of a phone.

My home, my city's burning down. 

A city built with hedonistic bones 

Never worries about ghost towns. 

But tonight God decided to restart 

And threw matches into dry shrubs. 

The neighborhood eerily fell apart  

As fire ravaged country clubs. 

Surprisingly egalitarian, 

The rich and the poor fled for life. 

New converts, new humanitarians,

Shed their belongings and their strife.  

We survived and slipped into our old ways.

Let it burn again!  Rid us of malaise.

Modified sonnet.  Firestorm '03, '07, ...

Epoch of Hope

There's a moment before it changes
When my hope is whole and bright.
The period before informational exchanges
When I anticipate with all my might.
I walk the edge of the knife
With a heart full of expectations,
With a little bit of fear for my life
And a mind full of inspirations.
I wait so impatiently, expecting, speculating.
I fear the worst and still hope for the best.
Then the phone rings and I'm hesitating.
I've made it this far; I have to have passed this test.




Hope gets crushed over and over again, but for some reason it keeps coming back.

Prosperity Spell

Tonight is the night I seal the deal;
Write the spell so it can be real.
Athame, water and salt on my altar,
I invoke the sacred spirits of Gibraltar.
Dagger in hand, I cut the basil,
And crush chamomile, sage and hazel.
Into the fire, as well as water and salt.
It all rises as smoke faster than a Renault.
This is my offering in exchange for prosperity.
And I say Blessed Be with all my sincerity.



A hopeful prayer.  Wish me luck!