Love is blossoming in America
Coiling weeds of turmoil rutting up the mud
Pushing away the liars the yellers the sin spellers
All because they don't understand
They think their words can transcend
As they pretend they are Jesus
And they holds our beliefs on crucifixes
Turning our words and truces into a slave filled nation
Holding us away from salvation
Saying it's us the sinners that burn the clouds away
And our devil horns that scrape the sunset horizon to a grey
Because they don't want to understand
They stand on podiums
And ring out their slogans like "damn the gays!"
Because they have nothing else to say to get our attention
Blasting out falsified facts and faltered opinions
Twisting out words like whips in their hands
To force us to dance for the public appeal
But we keep walking on you coals
Not burning our souls
Like you scream into the wind that we will in hell
Scorching the souls you claim we don't have
But we still brand the pain and color,
Red, the blood that bleeds from our still beating hearts
Orange, the fire of passion in our eyes as we look past your lies
Yellow, the falling stars we still wish on for freedom of heart
Green, the color of envy you wear on your suits and ties when your only aim is in the campaign
Blue, the tears wept by bullied children in abandoned school halls
Purple, the mysterious couple that meet behind the bleachers after 3rd bell class
Because it's the only time they can see each other
Without boxing of their ears As they try to block out all the words and lies they hear
They are damned by few and all, because the bible said so.
For a man may lay with a woman
But where does that leave me
Because I am both or neither
For just so confused my breath is wasted on breathing
so I will use it on my poetry to speak for them and me
Holding the bible high I still state that these sin spellers lie
Because love is pure and beauty
It cannot be bad and tainted by lucifers kin
Love is held on all stances as truly good
And all that is good is where gods hands lay
Protecting his small all knowing children from the sins committed towards them
To soften the blows directed at the them
With the blighting fights aimed at their skin
And the worthless words and names thrown towards the wind
Off hand remarks of blood shredders we hear
But let them pass ear through ear without it touching our minds
When to the directed it is a spear in their beliefs and heart
A hanging tree of doubt
A guillotine of disbelief
A quartering arena of fear
Where day after day we present ourselves to fight for our hearts
And for our loved ones
And though we raise strong with our colored flag in our hands
We are only to return triumphant again tomorrow
But not everyone makes it through, the flag sometimes drops, dirtied on mud
The fallen are drawn and quartered
Their life stringed out on the line
For scientists who don't understand the bloodborne life they are touching and prodding
Is real and alive and blossoming
And the police who investigate don't understand
Those pills did not whisper to be kissed and swallowed
Those blades did not beg to be painted
That belt wanted to sit on their hips not hug their neck
That bridge or that window or that building did not beckon to them that they can fly
It called out them to step back and run away because the windows and the bridges and the buildings didn't want to hurt they
But the bullies and the politicians and church goers kept pushing, imploring, urging them to give up
To ingest
To cut
To hang
To jump
To stop
A heart beat
It stops
A flat line of an Ingrown life and love
Because they died silently and in boding pain
If I were there I would have placed my hands on their skin in vain
And encouraged them
Don't. Give. Up.
I believe in you
I would use my body as their shield and my words as their army and fight for them
Because I am apart of them
Because we are apart of them
We are people and people pursue love
A love of money
A love of music
A love of food
A love for a boy
A love of a girl
A love of a person
A love of each other
For all we have is each other
Love is now free but...
Even though it's legalized
Who says it isn't penalized
Ask the crying child why they weep and they will respond, hate
Ask the bruised girl why she is bloody and she will respond, pain
Ask the scarred boy why he is maimed and he will respond, disbelief
Ask me why I'm here reading this poetry and I will respond... love
