Poems

Gender Sparkle 

Property of the gay agenda 

Propaganda will say 

Manipulation has its play 

The gender spectrum has a hold

On the society it beholds

Rainbows are bold 

Withhold the hatred sold

Glitter will not make a quitter 

The human experience sparkles 

Even when suppressed 

Look out towards the sea 

Nature will set you free

For the sparkle that shines more than me 

Botany 

Garden work parties share thought 

All the plants that send a lot 

How does your garden grow? 

Hopefully with love 

Grounding takes part 

In how we all start 

Working with nature can’t be a phase 

“One love” as they say 

Woodstock was over long ago 

The spirit lives on and on 

Spirit energy keeps building on 

Bringing everyone to land 

Land of milk and honey, as they say 

The land could be yours anyday 

Just take off your shoes and remember still 

How the earth can avoid a standstill 

In sickness and health 

Till death do us part 

To the moon and back 

Take that apart 

Where did you go? 

I didn’t marry you but I said I do 

Sisters before misters 

I’ll never let go of you 

Take me to the void 

I’ll live in infinite with you 

Is that where you are? 

Know one could tell me so far 

The ground is painful 

Maybe not for you 

The ground is useful for compost 

We can forgot that humans return to dust 

But those thoughts can rust 

Where are you now? 

I will find you 

Show me how 

Split 

Eyes split 

Brain have halves 

Thoughts divide 

Hearts break 

Storms ride 

Split in two 

Pain makes it through 

Time splits 

Spirals are created 

Nothing seems to be related 

Split personality explains life 

Act as if there is no split 

I feel the need to be adrift 

Just to balance my spirit 

My heart is slot in two 

Every time I think of you 

Grace 

A warrior 

Mother 

Child 

Daughter 

Speak to me as I wander 

Pure as sound, I hear you now 

Calling for me through it all 

Hope is poison for the dying 

Just like poison ivy 

I saw the pain in your eyes 

And the denial in the sky 

Nobody wants to die 

Life is a ride 

Grace is a virtue, as they say

We still feel it as you lay 

I am sorry, I made mistakes 

Evil had possessed you 

That can only be true 

Ironically you are an angel 

Maybe that’s why 

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