"Open Sky -- Farthest Galaxies"
Written by: Red Lady
I do not know where I can begin...
Knowing that all efforts are in vain...
In this harsh reality that is the World...
In this subterranean vault that seals away the damned ina wreckless and vengeful place in the depths of humanity.
Am I completely and utterly lost?
Am I living a false life and justifying it with every breath taken... just to enter another hell once giving into Death when It calls my hidden name?
Wasted, it all seems.
Life in heaven judged to a mere minimal
Lasting life in Paradise at last... never to be seen?
Never to be enjoyed in the presence of the Creator?
One last kiss for the departed
I cry... oh how I cry...
I shed my skin last night
In an effort to feel something
I shed it by my blade
A cruel manifestation of mankind's ability to survive.
and yet here I sit... manifested in the flesh
But my soul, my very spirit, seems ridden and tried
Growing old with every thought, with every transgression...
Thinking of some way... some how that I can come up with the key to this lock
And undo what gene it is that prohibits me from entering eternal grace with the Living Creator.
...So I am a lesbian...
Is this love so wrong?
It is so beautiful... tantalizing and unmarked.
Breathing into my soul and spirit the essence of heaven on Earth...
When on Earth there is no place except for the hot coals I tread every day when I think the next step I will have reached the far bank...
...when there is only the mirage of a lush green bank on the farside of a sea of fire.
And once you take that step and leap onto the lushness of the green foliage, you find that this thing disappears and you are left leaping into a quagmire of drying molten lava... you are left with pain and agony, traversing the only life you know here on Earth.
...And to say that this love is "wrong"...
When it is the only true bank I know of that offers the most beautiful river and lushness in the shade of every tree, of every cloud and every ray of sunlight in its peace...
To say this love is wrong...
It is the Blind judging the ones who see the stars.
