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
You say you are a Christian but you sit in judgement over my "life style" when it is not a life style at all I live the way I was born to live and God says it is good You say you are a Christian but you lie, betray abandoned, and deceive me and then… Continue reading Poem: Hater – The way of love
As you lay there dying, You gave me my marching orders: "We are Knights at the Round Table. I must die now and You must live on." I knew it would be my last night with you. I stayed awake the entire night. Candles of rainbow colors burn in the dark room with only the… Continue reading Poem: March Forth, without you.
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
To have peace with suffering one has to realize that when suffering ends life ends too. To have peace with suffering is to find peace in this fallible life in its entirety. Not just praising our joys - but embracing our blood, sweat and tears, too. Our very death becomes as sacred as birth. Our… Continue reading Poem: When Suffering ends, life ends too.
I often have conversations with people on Facebook, and the comments I share below are an accumulation of responses to this post: Please share a time when it is not safe to share your own or another person's true pronouns. Note: "True Pronouns" are what we have self-determined to reflect our authentic gender identity and… Continue reading When it is not safe to share our pronouns.
Sometimes intersex friends share with me things that they want more people to read. Here is a letter to you, from a beloved intersex friend of mine. She writes to you about being assigned wrong, coerced as a nonconsenting child into surgery, and forced the wrong hormones. She was never supposed to be a boy… Continue reading Reading This Can Change Your Perspective – Anya Kylie
You used me You now threaten me I am glad you are filled with guilt You used me I am prepared to receive my restitution You used me You won't get away with it Even the bigots that surround you can't do anything against the truth You used me and then threw me away like… Continue reading Poem: Your Lofty Bigot Friends Won’t Save You
You were stuck Inside of me They had to free you, as you kicked my ribs to get out They cut you out of me so you could breathe life Some shamed me for it Saying I was somehow less than all women With their actions, or lack of actions They are afraid to stand… Continue reading Poem: A Gestational Father on Seahorse Day!
Today my family has survived too much grief this last decade. Things were obviously coming to a head with the COVID19 pandemic, my health decline with COVID, and then James' health decline with CMML Leukemia, and God knows how COVID played a part. That virus hit all five of us. Too many friends, who were loved,… Continue reading Surviving Years of Pure Hell with Faith, a verb.
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 