Each separate word refers to the traits that make me feel like a person

And as I surrender my self to my own freedom I create one part of my own struggle.

This struggle does not create another; it does not know what the answers are.

Therefore I have dried up my entire love for my peace, a peace which grew from love and hope.

Many surrenders of life are caused in struggle. These struggles are freedom.

Simply to rest in the arms of another is the absence of struggle.

My freedom to cause a friend to love me as I love myself is dependent on the direction that I have chosen.

Therefore I have many mistaken findings.

Disparate though these statements are, I have found that there may be one answer to this place in which I have found myself, which is a place that is one of confusion compounded with congealing concrete. That is, good moments are the beginnings of love.

I ask that for you who decide to enter this place with no exit but the one that you bring with you -- whose gifts draw upon patience, kindness and belief -- that there be a home in which comfort and beauty obtain.

DCM (my brother) is alive.

P.S.

Joy to me is strength. I must stop living as a liar.

Bigot

Yay for no more bigotry!

A bard that creates anger is a cold pest
(at best)

Death is something that makes no one live triumphantly.

I wanted to live triumphantly to be part of false goddesses.

I don't have a false goddess.

I am a positive mother. That's like saying I'm my own boss.

Surface makes my brother peaceful. I like having a flaw.

It's part of peace: fun.

Now i understand. What I have accomplished is need. That is nothing except part of my patience. You will love me. You will like my feelings. You don't?

Then be a woman.

I will love this now and then.

Dream for peace.

My anger is teaching possibilities that are cold to brothers.

I like one happy woman: peace.

Peace is not a woman? Then I will grieve my father's needs for pride and for love.

Yours,

me

Do I really have to weave a spell to get people to enjoy and understand these posts?

Poetry or de Beauvoir's description of lesbianism

De Da De Da

I think that every person who creates ways to be loving is sexy.

Blessed Be

P.S. No one is a "fuck," tho I thought of Marsha, Sylvia (myself) and so many others as that. All you have to do if you doubt that is to see the video of Marsha P. Johnson that Randy Wicker has. I will forward it to you if you wish.

Yours,

Me

Poor Writing

I really understand that, traditionally, writing is an art, a craft, a skill, that requires constant revision, as well as clear organization and expression. I know that nearly always that I fail to meet that standard and rely instead on a "stream-of-consciousness" method that does not well convey either ideas or events which surround this subjective self-narrative, thus confusing and/or boring the reader.

I believe that I must begin to take into account the needs of others to understand what I am trying to say.

However, words which have a clear focus and deployment on the page often are opaque with regard to inner states, which I believe are the source of human response to outer occurrences. In life, we all have a running perception of what we are doing, how and why we are doing it, particularly when it comes to emotional and spiritual realities which often underlie the actions we take. I do not wish to run on with this other than to say, that, as my goal is to find and convey what is common to all of us, in order to bring greater mutual understanding and self-acceptance, that sometimes I have gone to extreme disconnection as a means of knowing the impulses and self-awareness that make up my personality both for me and for others. I hope that I can find a better, more readable way of combining what it is I am living and what is observably present for others so that somehow understanding can flourish and anyone can come away from reading these artifacts of consciousness with pleasure more than frustration or confusion.

Thank you.

And furthermore... A cross between need and peace is feeling. Doesn't that make sense?

An example of drivel?

Say what's on your mind

Capital is money. Patient with a [moose] being tried as fool.

Needing a worrier. She talks about life. I create freely a [pressure from sterile, rigid mind on outreaching, flowing emotionliving "heart"] disk.


This disk is to her the only knowledge of money that I want. In it [on it] things respond as if there were only one person who had all things. On it [drugs -- which tell the tale of pleasing teachers] are here with life. It teaches. It is not. [There is no it] Control makes love shift to other places.


As if you like to teach, [you, the reader], I peacefully interest myself in the [bothers] mother who killed the [was there money?] peace. She -- the warrior who loves dealing [peace?] as one knowledge bothers the knowledge with gifts like money.

It hardly makes a difference what one occurs as one tries to live. Only one thing can deal love: [ha! -- Leah Shafer] poems.

I am here with no embrace. You like to [say it] teach. Maybe there is a person here with nothing but one love. It's talking to others about home.

Home here is the answer to soft and drugged concerns such as need, a mother, drugs, fool, clowns, mothers, knowledge, college, pawns.

Make me a mother and I will need love. Make me a fool and I will think of bothers: [hark] a rose.




September

One person can't do everything

My decision to seek a new life through a sex change is okay.

I love what is alive.

Peace and beauty are life.

I know that a moron is truthful.

I like being positive.

Maybe you will give friendship.

Tears

Another knowledge

I am full.

Pain that dreams of priestliness is painful because it's a fakir.

I try love as pain.

Safety was loving.

Dream of love.

The words that I write do not convey the emotions I feel because I want pain. It's so wonderful to know that whatever loves I grieve for, that I must be this angry upset pained person.

The store is fear.

The knowledge of one person does not make the world feel hopeful.

I am a poet that needs sex.

[ADMISSION, ADMISSION, ADMISSION] that leads to a new self-understanding therefore different actions and a different outcome. This is the importance of the above line despite its apparent banality and flat expression.

Keeping myself free from one problem -- playing [conning] (H)her as prostitute helps free love to greet life with freedom.

However, I am not love. I have tried to be. I have tried to be sex. I have tried to be mother, father, sister, even brother. I do not feel kind. I do not like to feel that there's anger in me. But it's there. I want to succeed. I am afraid of being poor forall my life. I know that the Goddess' will makes this (me)(this statement) peaceful.

Do you suppose that everybody has to worry about life like it's painful?

I don't think so.

Appreciation

Cloning one whore for one customer is poison.

Spelling it out

I fought life because it wants love and I don't know freedom as fun.

I don't have fun. Simple. I don't have anyone to have fun with. I simply exist as an inert burden on others. I wish I had known that there would be a time when I found freedom to be phony. [fony]

Call me false.

I am trying to make you know that there is a woman who is here so there is life.

My anger is about why there's no crack.

I know what is crack. It's hard. It's brown.

I think I need to end my friendship with beauty.

Many horrors have occurred because of need. I am listening for that freedom to derealize[?]

Anyone who wants this whore to know their love is welcome to bring a bogged hooker. She's like my understanding. She will live and like her hopes.

Peaceful, happy, shit.