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Love is BlindMy ears do not hear,
My eyes do not see,
But my heart still feels love,
And so I am free.
Love without limits, love without bars,
Love that is joyful, love beyond rage.
This I have found, and this I do know:
Love unlocked the door of my heart's lonely cage.
I will not listen to the anger screamed in my face,
I will not allow my soul to know fear.
I am whole, I am loved.
This is right, to have my love by me here.
Take a moment, stand with me.
Hear through my ears, see through my eyes.
Do you understand the truth of my world,
That love sees beyond all disguise?
You can fight it, deny it, run away out of fear;
Lock up mind and heart behind cannon-proof walls.
But is it worth it to greet love with hate,
And deny the sound of unity's call?
Man, woman, white, black, fat, thin, us, them;
These are the words that define what love can be.
What is allowed to the heart lest we offend the eyes.
And yet, I am blind - so my heart is free.
Death of an ExileMy life I lay in your hands,
My dreams, counting like the many sands.
I trust in you, believe in you.
I will myself forever to be true.
But here I wait, I stand aside,
I let you go on the dawn's first tide.
Fly away, hopeful thoughts to nest
Secret within the heart in my breast.
Remember me, when the wind sings a sigh,
Remember me, when my wings flutter by.
I could have had anything if I only would be dark,
But now I can but fade like the sun's last mark.
It should have been my place there, with my own kind,
But here's where I stay, among the ash and the pine.
I hear the sigh of the sea as it sings out its song,
I hear the sigh of the sea, and know there isn't long.
My body lies trapped now, by cruel stone and bars,
But I hear my soul sing out to the stars.
I feel my wings spread, and I'll fly to the sun
For this shell to be left behind as I become none.
It is not a sadness that must greet this change,
A final freedom from pain, anger, and rage.
These diseases of soul to pain me no mor
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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