Danger

I am one

I am three

I am not what you need

I betray myself daily

I implore thee

     let me be.

I Forgot

I forgot

I don't recall when

I forgot

And I wish no longer then

Your eyes haunt me, before they sought me out

Your lips caress the curses against my mouth

     and my eyes are in a drought

Never more, I dare say, never more

I refuse to pay with my soul.

Hello, remember me?

Years, it has been years since I have touched this blog page, not a big deal I only have 1 follower and I am unsure he will even read the page.  Anger supported my blogs.  Now a day, poetry.  Let's begin.



Poetry is different, this day and age

Sonnets no more, no one cares in this age

Gone, lost are the romantic vessels

Brush, paint, voice and stage all remain locked in a box-

     tied up, replaced by stencils.

Big or Small, Lies are Lies

When I was a child I was told a lie.  No one meant for it to be a lie, but in the end it was.  You can be whatever you want.  Now, my limited number of readers thus far, I agree with this lie, but what makes it a lie is the second part of this equation is always omitted: One must strive against adversity--our closest will always try to talk us out of our dreams and goals.  Always.  Our parents, siblings, family, friends, wives, husbands and more shall always give us the "sane perspective" wrapped in good intentions, laced with jealousy of their own dreams tucked neatly away in a box, never to be acted upon again.  They do not mean to project, but they do and it is not right, it is not the correct thing to do to their loved ones.  "I'm only trying to protect you," comes into play.  Protect us from what?  Protect us from a situation in which they found themselves in when they were not talented or did not have the drive to continue?  Or protect from their ignorant fears of what it is we wish to accomplish?  Let them live in their dejection and let it not affect your life.  Now, this being said, make sure your dreams, if related to talent, can cater to your true talent.  No one wants to see or hear another William Hung.

Rule #62

Such a simple thing really, and we all make it so friggin hard.

My blogs in the past have been angry and hateful. My conscience has changed as I have changed. No one really reads my blogs, which is a blessing; for who truly wants to spread hatred and anger? I spread it because I was living in sickness. For those of my kindred fellows out there that understand without words, bless you; for the others, google rule #62 and realize that the change I experience on a daily basis can be anyone's...for we are all sick somehow and can benefit from contrary action.

Love to all,

A.

Hospitalized

Intellectually speaking, we all know that we are not immortal. We all know that we will grow old, get sick sometimes, shouldn't eat certain foods, smoke, etc, but until something happens to us to snap us out of our daily routines we live on, continuously doing more harm to ourselves. And when that happens, and it will, I hope that you will have more people come to your bedside wanting to lift you up and support you than you know what to do with.
I had a scary hospital stay that lasted five days. Two people came. Two. I had one friend, an RN, which continuously sent texts asking what was happening, where the infection was…not how I was doing. This experience has left me wondering who my friends are, who I call friend, how do I choose my friends? I did not walk away from this situation thanking God for the abundance of friends that helped me through this time in my life; I walked away wondering what the hell just happened. In an age where status changes happen in the blink of an eye due to social networking, I didn’t even have a comment from my family members about the ordeal. I don’t have any kind of delusions that acquaintances are friends; I merely thought I had more friends.
Yes, this is somewhat of a pity party for poor little old me. Sue me.

Adam Lambert

Dear Mr. Lambert.

We all know you are gay.
You really didn't even have to tell us (but at least you didn't deny it for years like Mr. Aiken did).
Yes, yes, you were trying to make a point that one night on that awards show when you had that bj simulation thing happening. But...kissing is way hotter than outright sex and makes more of a point than just boning someone.
And...even though I hate to even say this, you do have a fantastic voice, which is overshadowed by your incessant need to try and shock everyone around you.
And now you are reported attacking a paparazzo. Imagine my surprise when I read it was a slap fest. Then you twitter an apology for wearing that ridiculous hat while you were slapping the paparazzo. Then you also twitter that the paparazzo egged you on. I don't doubt that, but everyone knows about the paparazzo. It comes with fame. Period. So stop being such a baby and either punch them or play nice with them.

As a gay man...this is yet another reason to be embarrassed that Mr. Lambert is gay.