I really should get on tumblr more often just to see what’s happening.

To other people, and to my own blog, you know :-)

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Purple

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…

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.

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To see in Sound

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.

These bastards.

Inspiration

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.

Children should never ALWAYS get on this bus.

Children should never ALWAYS get on this bus.

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