As pre-pubescent predilections erected
a shadow in my mirror
A more safely theological "Problem of Evil"
evolved into the elephant in my bedroom
of my own irresistible Evil nature:
My longing for mutually beloving
intimate relationships
that could only be masculine compelling
and true
and good
if spiritually "evil."
Yet when I spoke with Elder trees,
listened to mourning dove sighs,
watched seasons surf
synergetic equipoise,
I felt passionate omnipresence
still-struggling toward a polyculturing grace
of radically omnipotent grace,
bi-generative sacred place.
Natural systems seemed bisexually organizing
and inclusively regenerative,
or human nature cannot thrive
a bicameral balancing mind
within EarthTribe's evolving body.
Evil revolves more justly
when perceived backward.
My good and true resolution
to Live
as multiculturally compassionate
as possible.
Categories:
bisexually, evil, gender, love, myth,
Form: Bio
Love is never wrong for someone like me.
It’s a feeling that I have to set it free.
It’s ever too unfair if you’ll say it’s banned.
I deserve to be happy in this I called land.
Love chooses no gender.
Set free and stop being so pretender.
It’s never wrong to fall over again.
As long as I know love and that’s what is then.
Not a saint for you to judge me
Not a holy one to stab me incredibly.
Love has no restrictions…
Don’t ever try to listen to dictations.
Bisexually in love with different sexes.
Heart is fragile broken in to pieces.
Just a strong man with a peculiar feel.
Say true things that are not ever sealed.
Categories:
bisexually, gender, love,
Form: Romanticism