The Evil God

“It is not yours to have. You can never be.”

The words echo in her ears as she bleeds tears of shattered emotions.
Like torrents of cold dark rain. The pain consumes her.
“Oh God help me. Please help me!” She cries.
There is only silence. Deafening silence.

“Can you hear that?”
“Yes. The silence. It’s all around me. ”
The mere thought of words echo painfully in the emptiness.
“Where are you?”
No reply. The painful void grows.

She arrives and there is nothing.
A stillness covers the night in black and shapeless silence.
Nothing is said . Only her the breath breaks the calm.

“Take this vessel. It was created by the finest artisans.”
“Take this vessel so that you may know.”

The vessel glows golden with its own light.
Encrusted with jewels like fiery suns of hope in the distant sky.
It’s warmth consumes the shadows.
It’s radiance shatters the quiet surroundings.

“I give this to you.”
“I give you this vessel to carry and admire always.”
“You may never part with it.”
“Drink from it. Your thirst will never be satisfied.”
“Look in to it. It will always be void.”

“I give you this to hold the emptiness.”
“Drink from it to replenish your pain.”
“The gift is yours. For you will never know life without it.”
“I give this to you and I will watch you suffer.”
“I give you this empty vessel of false hope.”
“You will never know more than what this vessel holds.”
“I will give you nothing more.”


Puppy Dog Tails and Everything nice… wha?

What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.

I have no idea what made me think of this just now. I was minding my own business, drinking a Fat Tire and eating a fish Taco. ( And yes like a proper lady I drank from a glass). I just finished reading a beautiful poem written by a lovely lady. Then….


Emril tosses in the essence. So what the heck are we transgendered folks made of. I know a few things, like drama and Zanax and Closets full of shoes. But really. What am I. OMG I just digressed way further than I need to right now….

Sorry, gotta run toss the cloths in the dryer before I go suddenly mental.

Sugar and spice, Sugar and spice, Sugar and spice, Sugar and spice, Sugar and spice….

Too Late…. ** sigh **

The Light of Life – A Steam of Consciousness Poem

Time is my curse from which I cannot hide.
Love is my savior from which I draw strength.
The hours, the days, the feelings inside.
Grow and live my life to it’s length.

I seek neither pity nor charity be mine.
Life is the gift and the way I must flow.
Bring me no pain I have no more time.
Breath each breath and cherish what I know.

The sun will set and moon has its day.
I will feel comfort and not fear the night.
The sun will again rise for that is the way.
The circle of life and all that is right.

I live for each moment.
I love every day.
Time cannot harm me.

The light leads my way.