loud & desperate

Loud and desperate
That is what I am
Who I was born to be
Why I live the way I do
Wherein lies the soul of infinite rainbows

I am the spark of imagination
Of magic mystery and creation
I am the artist and the muse

I am the flower in full bloom
As sensitive as a fallen petal
As strong as all of its roots

I am sunrise the sun shining
Full of wild discovery
Curiosity and hope everlasting

I am the midnight sky
Illuminating vibrant shadows
The feverish passion
And the fiery dreams of radical faeries that do not sleep

I am the epidemic and the cure
No one cared until I fought to live
Now I thrive in my survival
Mourning the countless many I lost

I am pain loneliness and grief
A million children abandoned for being alive
Now a family of queens queers and everyone in between

I AM LOUD AND DESPERATE
To live and love and die
Like every other spirit
Forced into this mortal tribulation
By an unforgiving universe

All I want is freedom
Peace truth reason
Light and love divine
Without tragedy turmoil or strife

Why can I not be free
To have these things
Without living in fear
And my head hung in shame

To be loud and desperate
Loud so my people can hear and see me
For who I am and want to be
Desperate for love
Friendship and affirmation

I seek freedom and peace
From tyranny
Domestic and abroad
I seek truth and reason
From ignorance and willful prejudice
I seek light and love
From darkness and inhumanity

This is why I exclaim
SILENCE = DEATH
If my voice is not heard
My existence will fade away

I may not have had a choice to be here
I may not have had a choice to be queer
But I am now here and queer
So get used to it

Loud and desperate
Out of my closet
And into the streets

Here I am standing
In my place in this world
And I will not be moved

Million Reasons

I've been pretty obsessed with Lady Gaga's newest album, Joanne. One of the big hits, Million Reasons, is one of my favorite songs of her collection. It has really resonated with me emotionally with its powerful lyrics and beautiful music. 

I was first introduced to the song when I was at Marty Thomas presents DIVA at Industry a few weeks ago. Marty sang his heart out and I really fell in love with how stunning the music and the lyrics work together. When I got home I bought the album and started listening to it pretty religiously. 

On my way into work today I listened to it three times. The third time something struck me that the song went a little deeper than what most believe the song is about. The lyrics seem to tell the story of a broken and/or abusive relationship which is difficult to escape. I totally heard that every other time I played it, except for this morning. As I listened attentively to each word paired with her vocalization or inflection, it came to me that the song could easily be interpreted as someone battling mental health issues and suicidal thoughts. Trust me - being mentally ill and having suicidal thoughts is definitely a broken relationship with oneself. I am in no way saying this was the meaning Lady Gaga intended - but that is a part of all art - everything is up for interpretation.

Read through these lyrics in the lens of someone battling mental illness:

Million Reasons

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Hey, ehh, ehh, eyy
Baby I'm bleedin', bleedin'
Stay, ehh, ehhy
Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin'
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one

When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay

Million Reasons written by Lady Gaga, Hillary Lindsey and Mark Ronson

I don't really speak that openly about my battle with depression, sadness, anxiety, PTSD, and past suicidal thoughts. It's not an easy topic to talk about - but now that I've come so far away from a place of darkness I lived in for so long I can say more. I'm not declaring that I've been cured of anything - I still struggle with anxiety and PTSD everyday. The biggest change in my life was learning to say NO when I felt too pressured or anxious. I learned to say NO to activities that might trigger a panic attack. On the other hand, I learned to say YES to things that might make life easier or more fulfilling. There is no one answer for everyone - but there are answers for each individual.

I'm so happy I am now at a point where I know what to do if I ever feel like things are getting to be too overwhelming. No one said people aren't allowed to STOP and take time to take care of themselves before things get worse. Unfortunately, being mentally ill or dealing with mental health issues is still a faux pas in our society, when in fact, nearly 1 in 5 Americans suffers from mental illness each year. With Trump as our President, that number may steadily increase, but that's all I have to say about that.

"LGBTQ individuals are almost 3 times more likely than others to experience a mental health condition such as major depression or generalized anxiety disorder.

The LGBTQ community is at a higher risk for suicide because we lack peer support and face harassment, mental health conditions and substance abuse. For LGBTQ people aged 10–24, suicide is one of the leading causes of death. LGBTQ youth are 4 times more likely and questioning youth are 3 times more likely to attempt suicide, experience suicidal thoughts or engage in self-harm than straight people. Between 38-65% of transgender individuals experience suicidal ideation." Find out more at: Find-Support/LGBTQ

If you or anyone you know is facing mental health issues or having suicidal thoughts, please speak with someone you trust, a mental health provider, or call one the following hotlines:

It Gets Better campaign and The Trevor Project 
provides a national, 24-hr, toll-free confidential suicide hotline for LGBTQ youth at 866-488-7386. 

The Trevor Project also provides an online chat and confidential text messaging text “Trevor” to 202-304-1200.

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

I didn't intend for this post to turn into a suicide prevention message, but it feels right to share my story so that maybe one person's life might be saved. Life is difficult; full of ups and downs. You're allowed to be broken, make mistakes, or even hit rock bottom. There's still hope for you and where there is hope, there is life and love. Every life deserves hope.

The first step is admitting to yourself or to another person that you need help. You can’t climb a mountain in one footstep, nor do you have to climb it alone. Ask for help, talk it out, share your thoughts and feelings, or just scream and cry if you need to. Even in your deepest despair and darkest hour, you are not alone.

reflective reflection

broken
soaked in
blood
tears
salt
dripping off
my face
my hands
dirt
dust
rust
my broken
heart
soul
mind
searching 
for life
pain
reality
i want
eye want
to see
my self
my face
nothing
something
some thing
no thing



what am i 
looking 
at
for
through
there is 
someone 
looking 
crying
pleading 
reflective 
in the mirror
what do
i see
eye see
reflection
not reflective
of reality



stranded
waiting
begging
crowded loneliness
overwhelmed
dispairity
looking for 
clarity
real
is not
feel
abandoned
from all of us
to all of you
us
you
no one 
some one
any one
one



o 
michael
gabriel
uriel
raphael
sing to me
hold me
touch my 
sweet abyss
that darkness
fill with light
feel the light
shout
hosanna
my revelation
shout 
hallelujah
my messenger
shout 
atonement
my perfect light
shout
healing
my commander
break the dawn
with your
anonymous divinity
into this 
glorious 
night
of death
anew
a new 
becoming
baptized 
in glitter
bathed
in gold
showered
in rainbows
seraphim
cherubim
divine



i am 
archangel
of this 
empty corner
there is
no one
looking
there is 
no one
king of
uninhabited
intoxicative
exhibition
of 
prohibition
not alone
a lone
unicorn
in the 
wild streets
vagabonds
chasing
driving
searching
yearning



what am i 
looking 
at
for
through
there is 
someone 
looking 
crying
pleading 
reflective 
in the mirror
what do
i see
eye see
reflection
not reflective
of reality

peace i give unto you

Something popped in my head last night. The thoughts came literally out of left field as I was wrapping presents, go figure.

Many years ago as I was preparing to serve a full-time mission with the LDS Church, leaders announced that any YSA (young single adult) who had broken the law of chastity could no longer serve a mission. I felt so ashamed and wanted to hide. I remember leaving church that day feeling absolutely defeated. There I was trying really hard to prepare for a full-time mission and fulfill my patriarchal blessing and then out of nowhere I was branded and told to my face that it would never happen for me. It seemed like life just got worse from there. 

The next few years I became pretty reckless, depressed, and even suicidal. In a lot of ways I felt abandoned by the church and by the world, but I don't necessarily blame either for those feelings. In between all of these years were bouts of increased faith and spirituality as the cycle continued.

Finally, in 2005, I had enough of trying to be something that I clearly was never meant to be. I asked to be excommunicated during a meeting with the Bishopric and they granted my request. The night before I had a dream about being excommunicated and I cried in my sleep, but when I woke up I felt a huge burden lifted from me and I felt peace, comfort, and solace. 

Months later I found out I was HIV-positive and I wasn't shocked, but it still hurt. I wasn't ready to face the consequences of my actions, but in time I knew I needed to start taking care of my physical body, as well as my spiritual one. So I made the decision to go back to church and for one last time try and get my act together to be re-baptized. I tried in vain for about seven years, but a few years ago decided to just stop. 

No matter what I did, there would always be something that just didn't fit. I grew up enjoying being a Mormon. I love my Mormon friends, I love Mormon music, I love a lot of what Mormons believe in and stand up for, but I've made a decision to take care of my emotional and mental well being and to stay away from the church. 

Now back to last night. My thoughts were about whether I'd ever consider going back to church and trying to be re-baptized. It didn't take long for me to answer no. By the church's current standards and policies, to be a member in good standing I'd have to end my relationship with John, despite our almost 2-year relationship. I'd have to remain celibate for the rest of my life or marry someone of the opposite sex, which to be fair is the same guideline for heterosexual members. The exception being that heterosexuals can go on dates, kiss, hold hands, etc until they're blue in the face and still be a member of the church, as long as they don't have sex. A heterosexual member would also generally face less punishment even if they had sex of some kind. And of course, even if I wanted to be a member of the church, I'd still end up being labeled an apostate. 

So, just in case anyone in the world thinks there's a chance of me rejoining the LDS Church...well, there's the answer. 

My point isn't to spread a message of negativity, especially around Christmas, but to say I'm happy I've reached a point in my life where I don't get lured into thinking I need to be re-baptized at the cost of my personal well-being. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, and suicidal thoughts/suicide are not a joke. The pressure of fitting in at church is not worth it when it leads to an increase of mental and emotional instability. Then add being LGBT and/or HIV-positive. 

I am thankful for Mormons who have touched my life and who have remained my friends despite all that I have gone through and all they know about me. One of the greatest gifts God gave to me was the reassurance that He still loves me and that I do not need to be a member of the LDS Church to receive that love and His blessings. Knowing this gives me peace and comfort much like the feelings I had the day I was excommunicated and I felt the love, peace, and comfort of my God. While there's always room for improvement, God loves me just the way I am. And He loves you too.

 Merry Christmas and Have a Happy New Year!

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John 14:27

You have been caught Jey Walking!

#PrayersForCharleston

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past, present, future lover

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for six years
we were stuck 
with repetitive conversations 
we could not say what we could have said

your eyes spoke 
a certain language 
to me they said words 
I only now comprehend

we met in passing 
every now and then 
occasionally hinting 
of our mutual adoration

your smile said 
"I love you"
before I learned 
to see

all at once 
the stars aligned 
as we orbited the universe 
of our bodies, hearts, and minds

your arms 
make me feel safe 
no longer was I 
the abandoned runaway

the way you love me 
chases away 
darkness, doubt
and fear

your heartbeat 
in my ears 
said I could be yours 
forever

the way you love me 
brings me 
smiles, joy, warmth
and laughter

your soul 
intertwined with mine 
makes the light within 
grow brighter

the way you love me 
cannot be bought 
with manipulation 
or fortune

your ears 
heard my voice 
before I learned 
to speak

the way you love me 
is a source of life 
I cannot live 
without

six years 
have passed
onward, further
we go

learning, living
loving each other
makes the wait
completely worth it

we are now 
ignited fusion 
our love sealed 
together by fire

the way you love me 
gives way 
to hopes and dreams 
I never imagined

where i am

One year ago my decision was clear and final: it was time to move back to New York City. Since I was struggling to figure out my path in Pittsburgh, along with my daily panic attacks, I just had to leave. There were too many moments when ideas or feelings centered around vanishing or dying were too frequent to ignore. With the amazing help from my best friend, I was rescued and brought back to the home I knew all to well.

My plan was to get a job, go back to graduate school and finish the six courses left of my degree, start paying bills, become financially and emotionally stable, and be happy.  With plenty of effort, sacrifice, sweat, tears, and emotional shutdowns, I feel as though I haven't moved an inch in 365 days.

• Four jobs in 365 days.
• Accepted to graduate school, but unable to pay for classes, textbooks, and supplies due to loan rejection.
• Unable to start paying bills due to lack of income.
• Not financially stable
• Barely emotionally stable. 

One of the big things on the list above is going back to school to finish my Master's degree. Having the degree would allow me to be at the top of the list for most of the jobs I am seeking. Unfortunately, the cost of going to school without loans of any kind keeps me from my goal. I am looking into state grants for Adult Continuing Education, but living in NYC I am competing against thousands or millions of others for the same grant money. So, if you know anyone that would like to help me finish my degree, please have them donate $10,000, preferably $15,000. Bueller...Bueller??? Exactly.

Now, the great news is that I connected with someone I've been acquainted with for six years. We have been dating for six months and I am very happy and lucky in love. Part of me wants to believe that I was meant to come back here to find John at just the right time in both of our lives. What I keep reminding myself of is that if John was the only good thing to happen to me in NYC, then coming back and staying here is worth all the negative parts of my life.

John is an optimistic and loveable soul. Whenever I am being my realistic (pessimistic) self, he always tries to find a way to make me laugh, smile, or at least relax. We both have our baggage, but ours seem to match in a lot of ways. We are learning about the idiosyncrasies of our personalities and behaviors. Our relationship has taught me a lot about myself and how I interact and react to people, places, things and...problems. 

This is where I am. I am caught in between having the relationship I have always wanted and needed and a life full of hard decisions and struggles. Guess what that means, I'm human and slightly normal...I said slightly!

I'm not here to complain, but rather to explain what is going on in my life. I need all the motivation, encouragement, and prayers I can get. The world is getting tougher, meaner, and scarier day by day and I am just trying to find a way to keep my head above water and make sense of it all.

You have been caught Jey Walking!

"Where I Am"

 

I have stumbled, how I fell

Ive seen more hurtin'
On this road back from hell
Than I would wish on anyone

For everything I faced in this world
It seemed the darkest
With the devil at my door
But with time comes the truth

And Ive had to go through the worst
To get to the best Ive ever been

I thought no one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance

Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am

I have recovered, I am home

Now I believe in heaven
My hurt's my own, the battle's won
Those demons gone

And Ive had to go through the worst

To get to the best Ive ever been

I thought no one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance

Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am

No one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance
 

Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am

And Ive had to go through the worst
To get to the best Ive ever been

Songwriters
COCHRAN, TAMMY LYNN/POLK, WILLIAM THOMAS III./THOMPSON, VERLON K.

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

mind over matter

Catatonic Schizophrenic
Psychedelic Hallucinogenic
Euphoric Exhilaration
Ecstatic Jubilation
Maniacal Equilibrium
Preternatural Cornucopia 
Multifarious Perspicacity
Pusillanimous Coagulation
Exonerated Equanimity
Peripatetic Matriculation 
Lunatical Metamorphosis

divine deviance

Dark dirty dive of divine deviance
Gazing eyes
Groping hands
Intoxicated smiling monsters
Waiting to rape and murder willing victims
Diseased hearts
Fractured minds
Naked inebriated bodies
Vandalized mirrors reflect truth
Through smoke and desperation
Scantily clad heroes of the night
Lead the lambs to the majestic slaughter
The price is time but yields dreams racing through eternity
Gyrations of grandeur awaken
Even the most dormant of worshipers
Validation sought to ease an aching soul
Life is sucked out of eager voyagers
Their remains fall to the wayside or to the deep abyss
While flurries of saline and sucrose
Spread wildly across the skies
Followed by mass exodus
Into the bleak and desolate badlands
Walking in isolation
Back to the cavern of devastating seclusion
The sun rises with hungry withdrawals
Demons and monsters
Devils and angels
Blindly return night after night
For the few alienated outcasts
All that exists is that moment
When everything stops
As they watch each other explode into oblivion
Titillating annihilation is the intersection
Where heaven and hell collide
As they dive into the dark and dirty depth
Divine deviance makes them come together

  

purgatorial existence

this is not love
hot and bothered
a sign of danger

this is not love
hostile suspicion
demanding anger

this is not love
committing fraud
you will be prosecuted

this is not love
a crime has been perpetrated 
against a sovereign state
 
this is not love
protect yourself
you will not be seen

this is not love
strictly prohibited
make the choice

this is not love
aggressive manipulation
enraged abuse

this is not love
here i am waiting
there is my confiscated truth

this is not love
this is a serious offense
the message has been received

this is not love
you must stop
you must see

looking for baggage that goes with mine

In the early morning I was in between consciousness as I slept. There was a vivid dream that kept my attention that was too captivating to ignore. Some of my dreams are better classified as visions because they are so intense and memorable that I know there is a message that must be deciphered.

The earliest memory I have of the dream is of me in the process of moving to a new place. I decided I needed to go to church to get some help or support, but it wasn't clear what kind of support I needed, it was just important that I go to church. The place I moved to was more suburban because there were no buses or trains that I can recall. I walked to church and when I got there the building was full of single adults doing some activities, it reminded me of the activity nights I had been to years ago.

When I entered I asked someone if there was a computer that I could use for awhile. After sometime on the computer I went back downstairs where the single adults were still mingling. I needed a ride home and a good looking man agreed to take me home.

Then the dream skipped to me inside his house and it was obvious to me that he was also gay because we were being intimate together. After being intimate with him he told me I should leave and I was absolutely shocked. I had no way to get home and in the other room all my belongings were strewn all over the place. I felt embarrassed, used, and very vulnerable. While feeling sad, angry, and depressed, I was alone with all my belongings and scrambling to stuff it all into my suitcases. It was so difficult to fit all my things into my bags and it aggravated and frustrated me even more.

As I finished packing I realized something was missing and I couldn't find it anywhere. Finally, I went into the livingroom to ask this man about my missing item. The item was a tank top and I asked him, "Do you know where my tank top is...do you have it...?" This is when I realized other men where in the room. The livingroom was very dark and there were other men in the room and I didn't know which one was the man that told me to leave. I continued, "oh sorry..." Someone answered back, "No, I don't know where your tank top that says 'Oh Sorry' is...but I guess I should say I'm sorry for all this mess." Then he chuckled a bit. The other men laughed and muttered things under their breath. I was so annoyed that I just left, that's when I woke up.

I woke up immediately feeling like the dream really meant something and had a message for me to feel and understand. My friend and I discussed it for a bit and came up with this interpretation.

The dream is about relationships. Every attempt at a relationship has turned out poorly. The end of any relationship has left me feeling sad, angry, depressed and very vulnerable. I'm not sure that going to the church had anything to do with the dream, but maybe it has to do with the fact the my last relationship was with someone of the same religion, so in a way we met through church or we had that in common. Each breakup requires me to collect my baggage that I brought to the relationship, which is an agonizing task. Each time I have a feeling like something of mine is missing and the other person doesn't know where it is or they do, but they don't care about me getting it back. This is symbolic of me giving a part of myself to the other person that I will never get back and it leaves me feeling annoyed, bitter, sad, angry or depressed.

Overall, I believe the dream was a message to me to not commit so easily to any guy that comes along and wants to date me. I feel it means that I should be aware of the baggage I am bringing into the relationships I have, including friendships or any other relationships with co-workers and family members. There may be other interpretations, but it seems like this is the one that fits the most. It also makes sense to me to include that I am somewhat nomadic because I move around a lot and may sub-consciously be avoiding stability and commitment which also effects my feelings toward long-term relationships. There's a lot about this dream which seems so pertinent to my current situation and what I may need to learn for the future. I wonder what more I may have learned had I slept much longer.

The truth is we all have some emotional baggage we bring to our relationships. One of my favorite lines from the musical  RENT goes: "I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine."

You have been caught Jey Walking!

irrevocable

unspeakable pain
hollowed heart
hallowed mind
restlessness never ending
eyes to the ground
tears are unseen
choking on despair
swallowing heartache
walking to the irrevocable terminus
without direction or aim

intrepid stratagem

Ace of asphyxiated souls.
King of ominous silhouettes.
Queen of condemned caveats.
Jack of succedaneous hearts.
Joker of riotous whisperings.

One-eyed Jack.
          He has seen too much.
The Black Lady.
          The mother of all carnage.
Suicide King.
          Never lost his innocent soul.
Laughing Boy.
          A head full of nonsense.
Flower Queen.
          Darkness eludes her quiet heart.
The Man with the Axe.
          More powerful than he knows.
Cardinal of Death.
          Hurts the ones he loves.

Am I the player or the played?
Wild presumptions are easily made.
I am the proteus one whom the game knows well.
My swollen heart has no place to dwell.
Hearts are fragile records; played and broken.
Forever listening to the words rarely spoken.
My mind is a nomad wandering in the desert daylight.
Minds are naive prey caught in plain sight.
Trusting the charm and beauty of their malevolent predator.
Hearts and minds should stay in the shadow of their protector.

the void

under the bed
in the attic
hiding in the basement
wherever the dark
demonic titillation
born without salvation
waiting...
wanting...
needing...
more

living in nightmares
patiently follows
into the shadows
devouring souls
attacking in secret
raping broken hearts
bleeding...
sweating...
knowing...
fear

gagged and bound
branded for life
feeding on swollen minds
blinded by fire
singed by tears
eyes yearning for light
biting...
clawing...
gnashing...
teeth

mercy withheld
justice fails
ritualistic death ensues
pupils dilated
no more hope
one last breath goes through
kicking...
screaming...
choking...
alive

monsters and heroes
demons and angels
criminals and victims
dark souls rejoice
broken reflections
no light nor dark
none...
can fill...
nor feel...
the void

in our streets

salvation
obligation
consideration
termination

turning tables

lies and fables

life of labels

damnation

sodomite
out of sight
where's the light
fight or flight
desperation

silly fag
stupid hag
make'm gag
body bag
population

hate love
God above
hand in glove
irritation

nasty pig
girly wig
fruity fig
zag zig
convocation

stand up
fight back
lights on
now attack

wake up
right now
loud shout
get out

ring alarms
stop harm
hands and feet
no defeat

guns and knives
stay alive
battle on
before you're gone

kill the beast
don't let'em eat
make'm starve
at your feet

shots fired
fuckin' liars
no peace
make war
look around
at the whores
out of sight
out of mind
start the fight
it's time

femme dykes
drag queens
butch boys
cry saline
twinks trans
bears cubs
homosexual
dirty love

in our streets
every night
gonna die
if we run
face facts
REACT
sissy gun
no fun

in our streets
every day
gotta live
they'll pay
stand up
stand tall
don't run
don't fall
throw bricks
STONEWALL
WE'RE HERE!
WE'RE QUEER!
GET OVER IT!

get out of the box

standing in my room
looking at the disaster
stacks of wasted yesterdays
saved up for tomorrow
for a fleeting moment
I cried and died
no, I only wished
yes, I looked around
wishing I were dead
porter hudson love me
life piled up easily
the music fades distantly
death becomes the option
closing eyes; holding breath
this too shall pass?
feeling alone yet surrounded
depression sadness; creative madness
should I kill myself?
used, wasted; useless waste
no one cares today
where is my hope?
lost in a fog
poison, drowning, drugs, knives
devices all around me
STOP! I say NO!
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
kiss the yesterdays good-bye
live tonight; live tomorrow
hope is a seed
nurture it; grow it
GET OUT OF THE BOX!
let go; let live
sing, dance, scream, laugh
do not give in
have hope and live!

fractured dream

bridges built and burned
fire across the skies
emergency exits closed off
fully clothed naked lies


screaming spirits whisper truth
drunken soothsayers say much
eyes laden with blood
broken hands still touch


hope is barely breathing
serpent tongues smell fear
love needs more space
the end is here


go home says thirteen
you will be deceived
nine five seven nine
messages no longer received


mercy hides in daylight
keeping scorpions held back
justice holds many secrets
always ready to attack


storms wash nothing away
pain wrenches the heart
lightning strikes the soul
life has fallen apart


wind rushes and sings
soothing the wild ride
never ending tears stream
i have not died

song of sirens

cold as a kiss
frozen
at the moment of impact
scorching lips
sealed

the faint sting of being crushed
the intoxicating awakening of my shattered soul
drifting between
fiery walls of heaven
and the piercing whispers of purgatory

there is no time for imagination
reality has stripped us of our ability
to let go and be free
our liberty
at the intersection of this sphere
and tomorrow

silence engulfs us
as sirens
lure our senses
to our demise

caught
skewered
sweet death
resurrection
purification of the demons within

this moment
survives

perfect imperfection

I laid on my living-room floor pondering what questions I may be asked in my upcoming interview. One question popped into my mind: 

"What makes me special, unique? What will I bring to the position, in way of diversity?"

As I came up with some obvious answers, my eyes glanced over my hands. I started inspecting them and identifying scars, lines, and all matter of details.

Then, the thought came to me: 

"When I die and am resurrected, as I was taught in the Mormon Church, my body will be perfected. What if there are parts of me I do not want perfected? If God has granted me my agency, will I be able to choose how perfect my body will become?"

Think about this; we live all our life with our imperfections, scars, idiosyncrasies, and disabilities. How will we react to all of this being taken away in a twinkling of an eye?

When a person has a leg or arm amputated, they usually have phantom pains or feelings as their brain is still trying to process the loss. How will our brain process regaining what we did not have or lost in this life, when we are resurrected?

The question of whether I will be able to choose how my body changes is not as important, but it is a curiosity that has suddenly awaken within.

I believe that in this life, one of our trials is to overcome the limits of our finite physical body. Everything from imperfections, desires, lusts, scars, disabilities, and body image. The challenge is to allow our infinite soul to take the lead, so that whatever changes may come through resurrection has no affect or effect to our spiritual journey, that is eternal.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

You have been caught Jey Walking!