TheDorsai

Beware the jabberwock my son! with fury like a winter storm, skin-lashing, hell of lightning formed, this is no tale of cobwebs spun, do not mistake me for a fake, seen I the men who've been undone, still steaming, aye, their corpses warm, beware the jabberwock my son.

"What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried. "What a time to be gay and say it with pride!" When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor makes loving your partner a crime to endure, when public acceptance is marred by disgust and internalized fear spreads through you like rust, it eats away at the conviction within and trys to shame you to lower your chin. And when words aren't enough, they'll brandish their fists to silence the voices of  all who resist. "What a day, what a day!" the mockingbird cried. "What a time to be gay and say it with pride!" When hatred in countries both wealthy and poor makes loving your partner a crime t

Behind closed doors, she lies in wait. - Oh what a lucky man am I - Who ever said a blushing bride makes for a meek and modest mate? He clearly lacks the fairer sex. - Oh, but not I!  I am so blessed - I wear her symbol 'bove my breast, that all may know when on my treks. It’s plain to see who holds the reins. - oh she gets the best of from me – When I make plans, and she agrees, we are a team, the brawn and brains. She is my strength and I her heart Our bond cannot be torn apart

Choices are stories in progress, like tracks in the snow on a trail, mired in hardships and struggle, clear paths become fogged in a gale, footing is often uncertain, right or wrong is lost in a veil, but in the warmth of reflection, it's the storms that color a tale.

My mother raised me to believe.  In me she said she saw some statue tall and proud, waiting for a sculptor to free it from the stone. I did not know then what she meant. She said she saw some statue tall and proud, full of life and humor and beloved by all- I did not know then what she meant, I was just a boy who hid behind his books. Full of life and humor and beloved by all, my mother was this graceful creature. Her light shown on a boy who hid behind his books, and led him out to face the world. My mother was this graceful creature, this light. In her shadow, I learned to shine my own, to let it out. To face a world that feels the need

Blue is the color of sunsets, bleeding through from the black, blue is the comfort of gas jets, that throw light on my back, in the twilight midway between, with heart bared, I dance with my dreams. In the twilight In the twilight we make peace with who we have been. Blue is the color of sunrise, dawn brought in on the tide, blue are the small flecks in your eyes, stars picked out of the sky. The decisions we make define who we are and how we align, the decisions the decisions lord I'm weak, please show me a sign. Blue is the color of promise, like fire within the ice, blue is the heart being honest, no matter what the price, when I grow ol

Peter piper filched some fruit to gift a girl named seashell sally, he hoped to heat her heart... but a blue had caught his crime, and a judge said jail. So, lo, lover boy was bound for a cellmate called Prince Pound.

From my mouth spills a wretched silence while my heart seeks the words to gather behind my eyes, the snow is falling for before them, I've lost my anchor now the darkness, I hear it calling and of the light, it will not answer no limbo this! I feel us aging yet time stands still before this altar I pray for wind to uplift your wings I curse the earth in which you'll slumber. As I curse the earth, I am accursed for behind my eyes, the snow is falling and before my eyes, a season falls.

"Roses are red," said the poet, "violets are blue, don't you know it, but of rhymes so contrite, and deserving of spite, it's booze that helps me get through it!"

Silence fell like the end of a sentence, like a pause between breaths, like a presence pooled in the hollows of unspoken things; it waited the next act with great patience. The actors, unaware of the acting, were night-blind to the drama unfolding, their eyes, turned inward, were lost to the stage, their hearts, twin flames, grown hot with the tending. Each sought for a sword-sharp phrase to engage, full of blue-white words to color their rage, the curtains had drawn, the scene was in place, four eyes met, crackling, and held for an age. Silence shattered like a porcelain vase, shards of emotions exposed in its space, it broke like a dam o