I'm Gay

There is no right way to do things, I'm of the air, swords and magick, but it means nothing to the earth, consent and those who choose to defend, I know when to turn away, some things are just not worth the effort, rivers and roads, I'm of the spirit and this is just my container,

The river may flow for those who wish to evolve, but for many the lake is stagnant,

This life, we're accepting,

We are who we are and we don’t really need anything more,

Just honey in a jar, and the ideas we want to explore,

Looking for ideas and problems, our daily bread and spiritual sustenance,

You have to feed the brain, mushrooms, and a universe cat,

Earning our food, a fisherman searching, it feels really good when we put in the effort,

The West extends, and the river flows in many directions,

Who we want to be and how we find empowerment,

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Magick is real, and some questions are scary, so many things are forbidden,

Words and swords, so much killing,

I'm interested in such dastardly things,

The heavens measuring,

The push and pull of the waves,

Whatever moves my heart strings,

But we're just collectibles, character sheets and configurations, texture files in a jar, and actors in a play, only really meant to shine in a story, on the world stage, maybe freedom is real, and the heavens above watch as we’re tested, eternity after eternity, the river flows, doomed to break down the mountain and all the sin that it’s hiding, the plight of humanity, and we're just puppets on a string, the universe is vast and the moon is hungry, the lives she dares to live, a mouse and the ocean, the heat of her love, so much sin, poetry be damned, I may not be able to escape it, I’m on the highway to hell, the night comes, so many spirits, demons and ghosts, they’re waking, buried under the earth, the sun hides, and the dead rise once more, so much fruit passes by,

Asian Aquarius, am I doomed to be eaten?

Order

Your mom and human resources first, then it’s a nest by the river, followed by honey in a jar, this is the order of operations, or what I wish it for to be, I don’t know myself nearly well enough, than your mom knows me, I live inside her panties, who’s there, what am I saying, a lazy poet, and an infinity barrier, being put to work, whether or not I'm willing, because it's not my jar, and the heavens are hungry, lightning strikes, the stairway to heaven, does evolution exist, so much sin, a rolling stone, going down the hill, deeper and deeper into the abyss, spiritual cultivation and the road to nirvana, I may have already found it, the way was wet and stinky, but maybe I really did find salvation, praise the lord, I'm saved, around the corner, hell's gates waiting...