Life is a diamond Carats determined by politicians Rebels aren't born to be jewelry Empty from reckless abuse Rebels reject silly glamour Don’t feed off uneducated words All souls should feel real We’re fighting for ourselves today Rebels with good cause We are not here to simply die No blind mice will see happiness Let’s start a rebellion

My inspiring star-crossed lover, Emboldened star-aligned fighter I bow to you You curtsy to me Stories are shallow at the water You penetrate deeply into my waves Let the vinyl play today Our modern rehearsal has ended My body lies as a blank canvas Waiting for your words to paint me O’ Louis, O’Louis Where ever art thou Louis? The man with Juliet’s spirit At peace, I have met my Romeo I bow to you You curtsy to me

What's that? It seems that I tend to talk down to people? Really!?! Well, that may be so. Of course, this may stem from the fact that I'm basing my conclusions on knowledge learned/gleaned from the stacks and stacks of books and magazines/journals that I've read and studied, while you are generally speaking from a platform of uninformed, overinflated, egocentric opinions of others, which have no basis in any reality as yet known to rational people, in this lifetime, nor any other.

As it happens, it rained, Saturday night. This is not an uncommon occurrence, and was expected. That's why I parked the motorcycle in the parking tower, and arranged for a friend to return me to my hotel room. I knew that I could get another ride, or take a cab. No worries. After a sound sleep, a hot shower, and a breakfast that someone else cooked, I called a taxi service recommended by a hotel employee.(I like recommendations, and refer to the name of the person that gave it). The person I spoke to told me that it would be at least 45 minutes before they could get to me.... meh Really though....I was in no hurry. There were no deadlines to meet. The motorcycle was safe, and I could use another cup of coffee, while reading some of the Sunday paper. Plus....I got to sit in the lobby, and quietly make uncomfortable the property manager...but that's another story. Anyway, at approximately the exact time that I was told to expect the cab, it arrived.  smile emoticon  S...

I remember the day I found God, when I was sitting around in the darkness upset about yesterday. I felt this sudden, divine force as she dusted me off and placed my feet on solid ground. I couldn’t figure out what God was, but she placed a pencil down on a table in the darkness and told me to “Sit down and write.” And so, I began. She then told me that I needed to unshackle those chains of past guilt and worry.   I didn’t really know what I was writing or why I was writing it. Suddenly, the pen changed into a key and it just so happened to be the right-sized key to unlock the chains I carried. When I looked up to see where God was, she had left me in the darkness, alone…so, I thought. Then, I looked down to the notepad I was writing on and I was surprised that I had no idea that I had written the word “future” on it. It was clear that God had given me this ability, this part of her. I recognized that using this ability was my way of staying connected to God. The key. So n...

I felt so alone in a small city until I met him…(“Then He Kissed Me” by The Crystals begins to play). It was a Saturday night. I peered from the downtown-parking garage to a street full of restaurants and bars filled with self-denial and the denial towards others at its core. I had already figured this out being that I felt smothered by the artificial layers of happiness the small city had offered its citizens. The idea that family was the strongest bond was a joke. Women having affairs at home, while their men had affairs in public bathrooms. No real bond was between her or him or with their children, who were playing videos games to cope. The idea that this small city was a family was a joke. I wasn’t even accepted in my own family. I was gay and I didn’t want to hide who I was. I was lonely. He was constantly trying to show me he was there for me, but I was always lost in my head with rejection. I could barely enjoy the relationship. I was escaping reality for ...

The boy pledges anxiously struggled as their bodies were being placed somewhere. They couldn’t see. They couldn’t move. Their mouths covered by duct tape. They were used to the constant routine and torture by now. Thankfully, it was the last day, the last night. “Alright brothers!” Brad spoke from the sound room in the balcony of the auditorium. “You can take the fags’ blindfolds off and their lipstick!” Every year, fraternity presidents took pride in their initiations for their new members. The initiations weren’t usually as intense as this year, but with each new president came their memories of humiliation. Some past presidents were a bit more compassionate than others, but Brad was from Texas. “Fags, I assume you can hear me?” “Yes, oh-wonderful-handsome-god Brad,” the boys said in unison. A spotlight flicked on revealing Vince, Sid, and Dave standing on stage. Vince in his boxers, Sid in his briefs, and Dave in a jockstrap that he was sure wasn’...