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For a Friend

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No, you can’t save time in a bottle,
So I’ll crack the cap and drink this one down.
Remembering you makes me happy,
Although, at times, with a frown.

The evenings we spent laughing,
The days that we shared were too few.
And though the memories bring joy,
Remembering ignites the pain anew.

“Pour one out for the homies,”
To all the memories we shared.
But Sam, my dear,
You were the only one that cared.

Forgive and forget is easy to say,
But so much, much harder to do. 
For you, there is nothing to forgive.
And I could never forget you.

And so I will drink it up to drown away the pain
While I write and the keyboard my tears do stain.

 

 

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Shakespeare in High School

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Once upon a Greening bright
When morning dew cast early light
To paint the day all rainbow hued,
Caught was I, my britches askew,
While from the mists of swirling grey
Did coalesce my fair and bonny bae. 

Long that Summer we did spar
In the back of my parent’s car
With fencing tongues in Midday’s heat
My Heart in hand (or hand on teat!)
Through many long days and too short nights
We did consume Earthly Delights

‘Twas fun, until the Autumn fell
Over lattes, I heard the knell
Of the deathbell, something’s not right
She slipped away in dead of night.
Be this Trick or be this a Treat?
The candy is but mine to eat…

Then came Winter, through the long dark
Binging Netflix, “yay, Tony Stark.”
Nothing but doldrums. Woe is me.
Perhaps I’ll write some poetry.
A tale of love forlorn and lost,
My brain is but a tempest tossed.

“Once upon a Greening bright
When morning dew cast early light
To paint the day all rainbow hued,
Caught was I, my britches askew,
While from the mists of swirling grey
Did coalesce my fair and bonny bae.”

 

 

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Silky’s Epilogue

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Silky’s Epilogue

Somewhere, over the Rainbow Bridge, in the fields of Folkvangr, where the Summer never fades, a new Warrior Queen, as black as Caves of Nidavellir, arrives to lounge in the summer sun. She claims her place by Freyja’s throne, swatting at Bygul and Trjegul, reminding them that in Freyja’s Court, she outranks them. She mingles with two regal brindle tortoiseshell cats, but only because they shared time with her Human too. They were before her time; they did not attempt to replace her place with her Human. If anything, she replaced them.

Silky, Missy, and Little Miss Mischief learn to cooperate and hunt together, becoming the fiercest felines in all of Folkvangr. They know that when their Human’s time comes, Fae will arrive at Odin’s hall, Walhol, and they will meet Fae there, to stride into the final Battles of Ragnarok together.

 

“Dear Mr. Frost”

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Hey, Mister Frost, sir,
The night’s sure cold, brrr.
Can we just stop, sir?
Listen to the whir
of the trees and breeze?
To rest and sleep, please?

We’ve been walking hours
and my mind devours
everything you said
pouring through my head.
Sir, are we there yet?
Can I let go yet?

Still miles to go
True, this, I do know.
The wind in my face,
So still we keep pace.
This I know is true:
No sleep, for me or you.

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OBEY!

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[Spoken Word Intro]
“The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised.”

[stuttered] The revuh the rev the revoloo the revolution revolution.

The revolution will die in a silent corner of a basement bedroom in Virginia as the last Freedom crumbles.

[Freestyle Rap Verse 1]
Yeah, I steal the words of power to remix and repeat, like some deadbeat – poet on a broken flow, but don’cha know, these are words of power with a purpose. They want to hurt us? fuck ’em! burn ’em with a remix.

Burn ’em with a remix! Watch ’em squirm, looking for a quick fix. Just lowlife worms, wishin’ they had the big dicks. Splashy-splash the money, turning tricks. For the man in the tower, the devil with the power, the beast in the final hour.

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Stompy Industrial Chorus]
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Twist the knife and make them squirm! (squirm, squirm)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Time to punch the clock and earn! (earn, earn)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Flip the script and watch it turn! (turn, turn)

[Freestyle Rap Verse 2]
Y’all want some more stolen charm, I mean no harm, well not to you, cross my arm and heart. Fight the Power! Make art! – Spin the truth around their lies, Be the spider catching flies. Choke ’em with their red ties.

Poke ’em, Provoke ’em, but don’t you dare stroke ’em. Their egos’ big enough to choke ’em! We gonna show ’em the power of the woken!
D.E.I? Hell yes, Diversify! Equitize and Inclusify!
Diversity builds the bridges, Equity stabilizes, while Inclusivity turns it all into community!

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Stompy Industrial Chorus]
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Twist the knife and make them squirm! (squirm, squirm)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Time to punch the clock and earn! (earn, earn)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Flip the script and watch it turn! (turn, turn)

[Freestyle Rap Verse 3]
Fuckin’ A! I will not OBEY, All y’all may stay away,
But I will not comply until the day I die. I’ll take the words and make ’em fly.
Remix the power and steal the hour, Give the flower – to the cop, make ’em stop, listen to the beat drop

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Freestyle Outro with mic drop]
Some of ya just watch it turn, while
Others wanna watch the world burn, I…
Wanna rebuild it from the ashes, so let me grab the matches!

She

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She spins the music that sets the beat of my heart.
She dances ‘cross airwaves. She is poetry, she is art.
Stompy Beats or Vibes so Chill; winged eyeliner and lips of black.
Latex or leather, she holds the whips that crack.

Wumpscut, Aesthetic Perfection, Boy Harsher, Collide
Lost in her trance, the whole club catches her vibe.
With a smile and a nod, she can soften anyone’s resolve.
Dancing with her makes the world dissolve.

Looks, style, grace, flair — the Queen of DJs with a royal air.

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TDOR

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[Intro: Spoken, chant, invocation]
I am the Immortal Skald, Vitki, and Erilaz.
I summon the wisdom of Odin:
[deep, resonant] ANSUZ!
I summon the calm of the waters:
[deep, resonant] LAGUZ!
I summon the strength of the aurochs:
[deep, resonant] URUZ!

ALU!
ALU!
ALU!

[Verse 1: Dedication and Declaration of Intent]
I lift my horn to the fallen.
The brave who lost their fight.
Journey now to Valhalla,
Symbel at the feast tonight!

Odin, the All-Father and One-Eyed Wise,
Called “ergi” for crossing the norm.
Even Thor once wore a dís-guise.
And Loki is Loki, as fluid as the storm.

Bifröst to Asgård all rainbowed-hue,
Protect trans youth I vow to you.

[Chorus: Deep, resonating rhythmic chant]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]

[Bridge: Spoken, Somber and Reflective]
My trans siblings everywhere,
Your fight is no less valid,
Just because it is against the world.

[Verse 2: Call to Action]
Courage to stand for what is right.
Living your Truth is always brave.
For Honor we avenge their plight.
Fidelity to those driven to an early grave.

Discipline to stay the course,
Open doors of Hospitality.
Rise each day, Industrious,
Reliance on one’s self and your duality.

Each day we stand is a testament
To our Perseverance, not an estimate.

[Chorus: Deep, resonating rhythmic chant]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]

[Outro: Spoken, chant, invocation. Sealing the power.]
I am the Immortal Skald, Vitki, and Erilaz.
By ANSUZ, the wisdom of Odin,
By LAGUZ, the calm of the waters,
By URUZ, the strength of the aurochs,
I seal this spell:
ALU!
ALU!
ALU!

 

Dinner with my Family

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[Intro Choral Hint]
Papa sets the table.
Cousins raise a glass.
All of us are able,
No one needs to fast.

[Verse 1]
Aunt Mary likes to dance with dear Uncle Vlad,
While sipping from the veins of a guy named Chad.
Little Caroline can turn into a bat.
And Lou Garou barks at the family cat.

[Bridge]
Caroline and Lou both agreeeeeeeeee….
Our family is happy, as happy as can be.

[Main Chorus]
Papa sets the table.
Cousins raise a glass.
All of us are able,
No one needs to fast.
Join our gruesome dinner,
There is food enough.
Skeletons are thinner
Sinew can be tough.

[Verse 2]
Take a seat if you dare. Sit right beside me.
I won’t dare to bite you, unless asked nicely.
But I would stay away from Caroline’s roost.
Hey, that reminds me, how’s your tetanus boost?

[Bridge]
We’re thrilled to have you here, it’s truuuuueeeeeee……
Uncle Hannibal may even add you to his stew.

[Main Chorus]
Papa sets the table.
Cousins raise a glass.
All of us are able,
No one needs to fast.
Join our gruesome dinner,
There is food enough.
Skeletons are thinner
Sinew can be tough.

Papa sets the table.
Cousins raise a glass.
All of us are able,
No one needs to fast.
Join our gruesome dinner,
There is food enough.
Skeletons are thinner
Sinew can be tough.

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The Dying of the Light

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Hope right now feels like a dying light,
Trans youth are dying because the Right
Will strip away their right to live,
Not willing to even give
The smallest crumb of consolation
To the ability to live, in desperation,
As their truest self; who they really are,
A colorful bird, a shining star!
 
Women are being stripped of power,
As the Right tries to claim the hour
And a rapist sits in his Ivory Tower
Expecting them to meekly cower.
Women forced to bear the seed to term,
Even if the act will leave them dead or infirm.
They don’t care about the “Right to Life”,
They only sow the seeds of strife.
Seeking to control all the facets,
Women aren’t people, they’re merely assets.
 
Targetted by hateful laws,
We must fight! Defend our Cause!
Dying is the Light of Hope.
We must rise, not merely cope.
Rage against *this* dying light,
We will not leave without a fight.

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Watch Me Bleed

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I don’t know what we were, or where we were going.
Maybe that’s why you left. Maybe it wasn’t me at all.
It hurt going to bed to “I love you” and waking to an empty screen.
My heart was cut open and I bled freely.
But I patched myself up. I told myself the Why didn’t matter.
The Why wasn’t mine to know and that would have to be OK.
I still missed you, but the pain was healing, my heart scabbing over.
But all contact wasn’t gone. I had your music. So I listened.
And “I was getting used to being someone you loved” all over again.
Until that song hit me.
Fuck the bandaid, you tore off the whole scab and you’re not even here to watch me bleed.
It’s not your fault though. You didn’t know I’d listen.
You didn’t know how that song would hit me.
You didn’t make me listen.
I did it to myself.
But I wish you were here to watch me bleed and kiss away the pain.

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