I really should get on tumblr more often just to see what’s happening.
To other people, and to my own blog, you know :-)
I really should get on tumblr more often just to see what’s happening.
To other people, and to my own blog, you know :-)
Let us be different.
Let us be loud.
Let us skim skies,
Sleep on clouds,
Forever know that
We are allowed
To love.
We would never
Dream of using
His name above
To force out those
Who only love
What they
Can love.
You would stomp
And push love down
And leave love in the seas
To drown, never
Thinking that love’s flesh
That love’s bone, you
As well, do own.
Let us be different.
Let us be loud.
Let us skim skies,
And sleep like doves
And never judge
The way a fellow
Human loves.
I fear no death.
I fear no shame.
I fear no darkness,
Ice, or flame.
I fear no youth,
I fear no man.
I fear no prophet,
Future in hand.
I have my plan,
To which I’ll stick.
To succeed, the odds
Are sick.
But fear I not
This certain failure
For risks were made
To be taken
By those as such
As I and all my
Friends, who write
To save this world.
This world,
This world,
Cruel, impassioned
World are we.
Full of death.
Full of shame.
Full of darkness,
Ice, and flame.
I fear no death.
I fear no shame.
I fear not trying.
I fear vain dying.
As words did read like water in mine ears
A sound so brief escaped my ear, and graced
With all the tripping oddity of a soldier’s gait, and
All the grace of lover’s fate, across my eyes to
Burn the sand and form the glass wherein the
Madness, ever sly, approved my slowly closing eye.
As sounds did grace across mine eyes,
I smelled the flame of coldest fame
T’was snatched from tightest grasp
Of ruling kings and dreaming flings
The smell of ev’ry color rank with pow’r,
Fortune, fear. And still your face did haunt.
Did haunt, did haunt like ghosts of old
And taste of mold upon my eyes when
Senses blend, fade, and fall, rising to
The ever blaring call to fair perform in
All they know the best to do succinctly.
These bastards.
Please inspire me.
I sit alone, day by day
Wond’ring loud with
donkey’s bray
Will ere I meet with
You again?
Please inspire me.
Chik-fil-a?
(Source: primeribofamerica)