Finding A Voice - 1. Chapter 1

Fight!

Rain falling, without notice

men, women, young, old;

scatter like roaches

yet, not us, we revel in it.

Innocent Summer leaves

Her mark upon two souls.

Sparks ignite within.

We nurture it.

Like disobedient children,

after Winter knits her first

bright blanket; dawn breaks.

We cherish it.

Arms around fragile hearts

holding close, tasting lips,

passion, heat boiling.

We anticipate it.

Among others, two voices,

becoming stronger, one united.

Diamonds in an hourglass.

We long for it.

Crimson sky, brimstone comets,

Angels last plight for

salvation of small few.

We are one, we will fight for it.

Finall Free?

How can you fail to see that we are finally free?

Could it be Congress lying? Our friends and family dying?

Pain like a sky full of tears, regardless of unconditional love over years.

Hiding behind a veil, unable to tell.

Out we came, here, we will remain.

Now owe time to shine, from the deepest mine.

Equality we must teach, freedom we must preach.

Auschwitz, Sydney, Tokyo, Netherlands, San Fran, Rio,

Stonewall, Boston, Sparta, Dubai, Africa, Jakarta.

As humans, have we not bled, yet ignorance will continue to be fed.

Different values, ideas, norms; spanning from seas to farms.

Contributions we did make, many claim dismissing as fake.

Reviving, relocating clues. Living for the arc, never sinking to blues.

Hiding behind a veil, unable to tell.

Out we came, here, we will remain.

Now owe time to shine, from the deepest mine.

Equality we must teach, freedom we must preach.

Seen in every career, travel around; still see fear.

Fear in what is still taught; love like this, we must not!

Yet, of this love we transcend above surrounding chaos, refusal to never descend!

Will there be this oppression? Stereotypes, doubt, segregation?

Religion, society, moral ideals; second-class citizens nipping other's heels.

One step fewer to the end, continuously justifying, our rights we must defend!

Finall free, not what I see. Maybe when we can just be.

Rights of taxes, rights of marriage, rights of visitation, rights of carriage.

Then, and only then, will we be, from the shackles that confine us, truly, finally free.

Justice

A closer examination

of daily interaction

within the confines of education.

Lost information

creative stagnation

stifling imagination

darkening illumination.

Producing little inspiration.

Poetry my only weapon,

listen carefully to this proclamation

of our justification.

This is our salvation.

Professors at this institution,

suffer from a grand delusion.

That their way,

is the only way.

And your way

an hit the highway!

What about inspiration?

The occasional illumination?

Yet, the airs they display,

from the degrees the say,

spiteful words they convey,

It will remain their way.

Until our determination,

over this great abomination.

Then a joyous day,

for all of us to say,

We are not in your way,

for you are in ours, until we rule the day.

Viewed

I have been called a saint, scholar, gentleman,

a bastard, a whore, an ass.

Been hated, talked about, loved by only a few.

You have said that I, could bear a person's

multitude of tears.

When I become tearful, will you be there for me?

One day, soon words that are everlasting,

as old as time itself,

from my heart, to my lips, into your ears, resting your heart and soul.

Who would have know that my Prince on the

back of a white steed,

would have been the angel that I am sleeping with right now.

Rekindled my frozen soul, mended my shattered heart.

Sweetly smiling, kindly reminding,

causing forgotten feelings, free falling into my life. Loving you for gracing mine.

Love, is such a powerful emotion that is too often used, not meant

enough.

Combined with sarcasm, invoking envy, hostility, rage.

When mixed with tears it produces

sorrow

heartache

melancholy

When merged with alcohol it makes unforgiving fiery lust

Yet, married with heart and mind, creating

intense feelings of trust

only one can bestow upon another.

A fine line that is too easily crossed.

Being held, talked to, comforted, recognized,

kissed, thought of, dreamed about, danced with

rubbed down, humored, touched, taken out, remembered, cared for.

Most of all, we crave love

not for our bodies, no

for our minds, our hearts, and the capacity of love for another.