Are you truly a million miles away, when you are right here in my heart? On this lonely path together but so many miles apart Each morning you rise with the sun and greet me each with each and every day Each night I become the moon to say Buona Notte e dormi bene and… Continue reading Poem: Valentine’s Day a Million Miles Away
A ll on my own. Abandoned by too many. Shame on all of you and your prejudice. L onely in a way that makes my heart ache for you, why did you have to die so young? O ptimism means nothing to prejudiced men who will not give my love a chance. N obody wants to take the time to… Continue reading Poem: Alone
I was loved deeply I was loved whole He loved me more than for my spirit He loved me for more than my soul. Now you praise him for having such beautiful love Now he is gone, in heaven above. You hypocrites! Because when I changed, you said he would leave me You even said… Continue reading Poem: You Hypocrites, he loved me more, a man!
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
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.
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 