The Skeleton In the Closet

 

A maid was working alone

When she was surprised by a man made of bone

Out of the closet he strode

Then walked down the road

To the Rainbow Alliance's home

 

~Spectra~

 

 

 

Born gay, follow the ray

Born straight, refuse to hate

 

 

 

Truth Bites

Photo credit: mmmcrafts / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Painting by Scott Moore

 

It seems that I went from

Losing teeth

To being long in the tooth

Jumping and sliding

From one year to the next

Always hoping in vain

For things to ease up

~Cie~ 

The Wrong Guy

  
The Wrong Guy

I feel that way

About you

Who doesn’t even know I exist

I’ll go to my grave

Longing for your kiss

Although you would be

So bad for me

A lifetime wasted

Hung up on the wrong man

We could be

Each other’s annihilation

I don’t do love right

And the way I feel about you means

You would be my ruin

Star of my nightmares

Destroyer of dreams

You’re the wrong kind of guy

I should avoid you like poison

But I know in my heart I’ll always wish

That you could be the opposite of what you are

~Cie~

The Butterfly in the Cemetery

The Butterfly in the Cemetery

I don’t remember

If the butterfly at your memorial service

Was teal

Or monarch

It flew towards the horizon

While the bagpipes played Amazing Grace

Mom believed it was a sign from you

~Cie~

Dad

May 31 1936 - November 28 2010 

Yesterday's Dreams

 

Yesterday's Dreams

 

It’s not likely that anyone will ring soon

Asking me to star on stage or screen

That ship long ago sailed away

On the dark water of yesterday’s

Dreams that never came true

 

~Faycin A Croud~

 



Might As Well Be On the Moon

Once long ago and in a world far away

A delusional young woman with a head full of impossible dreams 

Accompanied her father on a plane trip to New York

To visit aging but still vital relatives

She believed that one day

She would often take to the sky

Flying high forever on those dreams

My relatives and my father are now all as dead as those foolish dreams

And hope for a better tomorrow

Might as well be on the moon

There are no second chances for mad fools

Who squandered their youth

That world is gone

And for me it is far too late

To make impossible dreams come true

Me

The Real Cie

Keeping it Real

Even when the truth hurts

Deadlines

When it comes to deadlines

I’m always hurrying to beat time

Before the final bell’s chime

And I find myself out of line

When it comes to deadlines

Procrastination is my crime

~Blooming Psycho~