If you are alive You obviously already know None of us escapes suffering Not even the weeds, the one cell organisms, or even the tree All of us die Perish then decay Energy transferring to different forms Molecularly still in movement And yet all emotionally connected to: We don't want to die, ever What is… Continue reading Poem: Life is Suffering for all Life
The two of us We were both young with curly hair Both with "too many" earrings Mistaken as siblings Misfits in many ways not lovers Hidden within me a man You got to see a woman back then You loved me When no one else would Medically abused Psychiatrically misused Corrective raped and beaten They… Continue reading Poem: Two Loti Flowers | Our 25th Silver Aniversary
H Honoring the way my body appears naked. E Now believing my body was born Exceptional. R Realizing I was lied to and deceived. M My Mother wanted me to be Anthony they were told to raise me a girl. A I was Assigned wrong at birth. … Continue reading Poem: I am a Hermaphrodite
I am a survivor of much harm. Over and over again I crawl out of this hole I find myself in. Why, because I am a survivor. How dare you tell me I asked for it. You curse and rant and call me names even. What is wrong with you? You won't take my power… Continue reading Poem: No, you will not take my power away.
I close my eyes and walk in the past To your waterfall, I am at peace at last My body with fever, my throat razor blades My head is hurting, my mind in a haze The thick goo in my throat breaking with meds Hoping it doesn't travel any lower please go away and no… Continue reading Poem: I am sick, too.
I am asked often: How do you go to the bathroom? My joking answer and to the point: I find a bathroom, go into the bathroom, if it is a stall, I shut and lock the stall door, sit down and do my business like you do. My more serious answer: 1) I first… Continue reading A common question I am asked: How do you go to the bathroom?
My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku. She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~
When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
All my life false and real, right and wrong tangled Playing with the moon, ridiculing wind, listening to birds Many years wasted seeing the mountain covered with snow This winter I suddenly realize snow makes a mountain. - Eihel Dogen For those who do not know, this is an example of a Koan. A Koan… Continue reading A Zen Koan: The winter of my life.
A conversation starter: Was my husband at one time a person that could have been considered a "pervert" or a "chaser" for being curious and wanting to date me, and have sex with me, an intersex trans person? My answer is "yes". And yet, here we are thirty years later in the same marriage. Yet, today I… Continue reading Is my husband a pervert?
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 