I am taught that no matter how rude you are to me I am to never be a disrespectful Bodhisattva I am taught that no matter how broken you are and in denial I am to never be a disrespectful Bodhisattva I am taught that no matter how angry you become and even if you… Continue reading Poem: Never Disrespectful Bodhisattva
Assurance of becoming The lotus flower can not bloom without muck, yuck, and gross crap on the bottom of the pond. We have to embrace our suffering for this is why we bloom. We all will bloom for it is our suffering we have in common. By Anunnaki Ray Marquez July 5th, 2023 ~.V.~
You left me behind You told me to love again You died way too young The agony of your departure pure pain The end of your torture You died in my arms You made me promise to live without you I did not want to, oh the pain You told me I would be ready… Continue reading Poem: Hope
There is no more suffering. And now I must live on. Your song on the radio; Without you sounds so wrong. My tears cry in agony; The pain of vacancy. I know you loved me more a man; But then you went away. I see you in the Red Cardinal. He visits me each day.… Continue reading Poem: On this 5th Month Without You
Thoughts of the day: Not all intersex people are nonbinary. Not all intersex people use "intersex" to define their physiology. Some do, and some do not. Some like being called "hermaphrodite," and some do not. I'm a hermaphrodite. I'm okay with being called a hermaphrodite. My sex traits are intersex. My physiology is intersex. My… Continue reading My sex is not my gender identity.
Strength is not how much you can endure before you break Strength is how much you can endure after you have been broken Strength is arriving when you want to die the physical and emotional pain is so bad but love keeps me here rage keeps me here Strength is forgiving when people, who know… Continue reading Poem: Strength is arriving when you want to die
A generational tragedy Over and over again I wanted to end it but learned I could only change myself I decided to live you didn't Over and over again a type of generational tragedy that will not stop repeating itself suffering, death, dying So much I am powerless over I was taught that I could… Continue reading Poem: My Broken Family
I am alone yet not alone The seasons changed again the green leaves mourn their green color fading into shades of orange, yellow, red and some ugly shades of brown To later fall to the ground into the rubbish To feed the snails - you say I am alone yet not alone The seasons changed… Continue reading Poem: The leaves fall with my tears
I am told by Thay there is no birth, no death Yet, our lives are so short So precious I am told by Thay to lift my enemies up to the clouds Yet, they disregard my being So precious I am told by Thay we are interbeing Yet, they build fences, disregard, and hate in… Continue reading Poem: Interbeing, so precious with Thay
I wanted to be free from birthI didn't realize I already wasNo comingNo goingThay tells us with joyNo birthNo deathit is not to annoy impermanence We were never bornbecause we were always herewe will never diebecause we transformnothing lostnothing gone transformation My existence will live onin your memoryin written formin my message tothis world nothing… Continue reading Poem: No coming No going
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 