.sunstruck moonshine.

IWhen I am swept away, doubting the intrinsic feelings within my soul, a childlike yelp comes from within me to write without me. I then depend on a supplication to the supernatural in hopes that I won't be confined to the sorrow. This piece is my despair, my prayer, my everlasting journey to joy. I do not hesitate to say that I will hardly ever be comfortable with human sexualities, but I have learned to trust in God despite this fact and to have faith in all things beautiful. Like love and splendor and music.

anomalove / from a perspective
by the sunstruck moonshiner
 
the trinity of christmas spirits have longtime been kind
gimme good toys and side-walk chalk and red bikes
but twice years ago i gotta trial to be borne.
 
pal 1—past—drove hard questions in my skull
made me sick to deep sadness to white hospital
which oily pastels and aural-arts colored in the lines
 
pal 2—present—whispered sallow sayings that i
good enough not for man or girl or nobody
but some reaper who downs and outs youngsters
 
pal 3—future—punched my gutter stomach
with three by three forces; God gave pacem to slither
between folded arms where i live and soak and toil
 
yes and no is a confusing answer so i most-of-the-time
sorta drool in sorrow but i found a boy to love me
because i love—He loves love, me and he, us three.