'Oh that's gay!'

 

"Oh that's gay!" timothy r g, 3/21/13

 said by those not listening
like when i was a boy, they'd say,
"Those 'N' are fine in their place."
same was said about women,
in their right place.
... when i was a boy.
one friend's child observed,
"Mom, I don't understand why people
get upset about other people loving people."
Me neither.

'Who's to blame?' - different Lenten reflection

     O Lord and Master of my life, take from me the spirit of sloth, despondency, lust for power and idle talk.

     But grant unto me, Thy servant, a spirit of chastity (integrity), humility, patience and love.

     Yes, O Lord and King, grant me to see my own faults and not to judge my brother and sisters. Amen

Who’s to blame?  (timothy r. gates, 08/08/2005)

A whore is raped.

Obviously it’s the whore’s fault;

she shouldn’t have dressed that way.

A Christian is fed to the lions.

Obviously it’s their fault;

they shouldn’t have lived openly like Jesus.

A Tibetan Monk is burnt to a crisp by Mao’s lackeys.

Obviously it’s the silent one’s fault;

he shouldn’t have worn an earthen robe.

A Pagan is dunked to death, accused of witchcraft.

Obviously it their fault for using herbs;

she should’ve acquiesced to the parson.

A nine year old girl was violated sexually.

Obviously it’s the girl’s fault for being pretty;

she shouldn’t have dressed so alluring.

A lovely young women is lusted after.

Obviously it’s the lovely girl’s fault;

she shouldn’t have allowed her beauty to be revealed.

The Son of Man was crucified.

Obviously it’s his fault;

he shouldn’t have said what he believed.

'Rape is rape'
Daddy's sweetness.      timothy r gates, 3/21/2013
uncle's unintentions
like some priests and rabbis
(convenient for a catch all referencing)
not unlike Washington's dry eyes,
sending our children
off to their wars.
Why?
Because they can.
"Rape is not always rape,"
not unlike other ignorance --
"She dressed like she wanted it"
"It's her fault, she said yes at first"
"She was flirtatious"
(also said by pedophiles)
Politicians and courts
buy violators of personhood,
their opulent indulgence
makes them unable to see,
vying for their own entitlements
telling the rest to screw off.
Rapists rape
Pedophiles rape
Ill? Hell yes.
Thieves of innocence? You betcha.
Worse? Legislators legislating second chances.

'tears dripping'

            Talon Abraxas; of Angels in prayers water of tears rising

 

'tears dripping'                   timothy r gates, 2/2013

tears dripping                               
no bottles remain,
divine reservoir,
Angels recall
"no more room in the Inn"
they request healing for all,
... as the drips are becoming
a deluge.

'singing melancholy baby' Timothy r gates, 4/30/2012

Been in love since before
I was conceived
singing melancholy baby -
Intuitively
... then way too loud -
Now rests like old jeans,
Too worn to wash in a machine,
Well worn for easy on and off.
A Dr's script is a well fitted bandage
yet it will not unveil this song,
Heart and soul - or blank stares
Love's violation taught this refrain.
It is what's gifted my empathy,
That same hymn - melancholy baby -
Some days praying that innocence was the gift instead
that I could recall giggling
without a fear of whispers in the other room,
or a fist not being watched out for...
I was taught that God or an Angel watches over wee ones -
Must've been preoccupied during those days.
Why do 'big people' mess over children?
Simply because they can.
Funny, when children are big enough to hit back
or to say with character, "fuck off!"
big people - I'm told - get well.
God does too.

'When i was a teenager'                               timothy r gates, 2/28/2013

When i was a teenager
Gay was happy
Straight wasn't crooked
Black and white were colours
Discipline included belts and two feet long paddles
(holes were drilled in them,
making teachers and daddy
feel their illusory prowess.)
Women and children were property
Morality was defined by a book.
Then...
"When I was a child I behaved like a child,
but when I grew up I put away immature things."
one thing, one day, one breath at a time,
borrowing from one of those books
borrowing from a twelve step program,
(Retrogression is when i fall prey
to my own bullshit,
thinking it's sweet,
while another nearly regurgitates -
like by the time you smell your own
bad breath,
others didn't need a revelation.)
Then I say,
"Next."

 

'don't know'

 

                                                                  gautama buddha presented to Lao-Tzu by Confucius

'don't know'                                      timothy r gates, 2/28/2013

 "don't listen to him Dan,
he's a devil not a man"
read Torah
read Gospels
read Koran
... read Bhagavata
read Buddhavacana
read Lao Tzu
read Nietzsche
read Bertrand Russell and Huxley
tried not to believe
tried not to a-believe
know no-thing
don't know.
this I know,
the Books
gave me stories
i love stories.
Breathe.

Art by Joe Sorren

'tried not to pray'                                                    timothy r gates, 2/23/2013

tried not to pray
blessed the darkness
cursed the light
wept till I joined the infamous,
"my G-d, my God! why have you
forsaken me!?"
-------
when the universe was void
light winked,
they held hands into
the eighth day,
the Earth's not given freewill.
tried not to pray
blood perspiring Garden
breathing Lotus
bet they knew,
"who does a God pray to?"
-------
heard the arguments
listened to rants and praises
(unlikely one i've not made or read)
answers like the questions,
they work when there's no eclipse.
in the space between the words
here I feel the dew on the Garden's floor.
tried not to pray
in the eye of the storm
ex nihilo eis nihilo
here i stop,
prayer silenced,
clatter of my brain (this piece begs the question),
now I hear another's prayers.
-------

'Johnny Cash'                                   timothy r gates, 2/26/2013

Didn't always walk the line,
not the way he wanted, or others.
gave into vices,
didn't applaud or regret
many a phrase recalled his karmas.
walked with June,
others courted his affections
he'd quietly say goodbye,
not like he waved to Capital -
one finger thrown into the camera,
"Hurt" became his,
Pearl Jam clapping loudly.
Political correctness never sought,
merely the man in black
walking a line worth walking,
happy to anticipate another day,
walking through the door.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv49PhbvDHs&sns=em