Broken-Hearted-Poets

Murder My Roses Birds of a feather flock together In life and death Here we are Roses red and true Ravens soar on high Your crew Your squad No gang Just a group We flock Together We flock Together We flock Together

I suppose that it’s not such a crime If somebody doesn’t like you in return, But the exclusion and solid factions Among gay men themselves still hurts Having tried my best and courage again Crumbles in me against a faction. Although I intend kindness and friendliness, it’s not enough, I always seem unwelcome. There is an inverse relationship between who you like And who likes you, and the top Brass, handsome men who owe me nothing, But still the aloof exclusion…! I have gained muscle, but I am shy. How do I interpret what everyone else wants? What am I reading? What did I do wrongly? Again doubting myself, sorrowful. I wonder again if it’s a waste of my own time And I realize that I yearn for A sweetheart, a good man with whom I will live The years happily…! Cuirm Amar-Snàimh nam Fear, Sgaraidhean is Ás-dùnamh Shaoilinn nach eucoir air a leithid e ˆ--ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-- Mura toigh le neach thu mu seach, ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-- Ach ciùrraimh fhath’st an ás-dùnamh ‘s buidhnean ˆ--ˆ-ˆ--ˆ- Cruaidhe ‘m-measg

You always say you love me You always say it's true You always say I'll be just like you You always say I'll be great You always say where to go You always say with pride you'll glow You always say what I'll be You always say to follow your lead You always say not to would be greed You always say I'm slipping up You always say it's my mistake You always say I make you ache You always say you're ashamed You always say to leave you alone You always say this as long as I have known You always say you love me You always say until you die You always say you'd never lie

More news about the crisis Of the Changing of the Global Climate Shatters me against a brick wall and I cannot Expel worry and panic from me, breathless…! I follow my heart, but what good is that When I must not ignore anything practical? I’m sorry that I’m not good enough, Alas, What I enjoy doing is not sensible. Everything is either beautiful or dire, I have come to believe of existence. I’m not sensible and I know this, Disappointment again and again for always. Alas, what good is happiness when its end will come? Every joy comes to an end and reality returns. Pain and worry are loyal to me, though I loathe That, and what will change anyway, O Life…? Adhlaicibh Mo Chridh’ an Dà Mile ‘s a Fichead Spealgaimh tuillimh naidheachd air an éiginn an ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-- Atharrachaimh na gnàth-shìde chruinneil ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ- Mis’ an aghaidh bhall’ na breige ‘s chan urrainn dhomh ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ--ˆ Fògramh iomagain ‘s maoim uam, gun anail…! ˆ-ˆ--ˆ--ˆ- Leanaimh mi m’ chridh’, ach dé ‘n mathas a tha

I used to think , "How silly And saccharine" when I saw the entertainment Of the Great Depression era, long ago... I understand better the mindset. Treacly songs and films, simplistic And silly stories, escapist music, the Themes of lasting and perfect love and joy... A fantasy that I wish was reality. Fantasy on film, on recording, To escape from the cruelty of uncertain Life, Cozy and complacently luxurious images... I wish that they were not merely an escape...! The time to come seems stark terrifying; Everything seems to collapse before me. A plundering reprobate will put Life in danger. Tell me that this is only a fleeting bad dream. Nì Dibhearsan na Linne Ìsleachaimh Mhóir Tuillimh Ciall A-nis B’àbhaist dhomh smaointeachamh, “Abair faoin ˆ--ˆ--ˆ-- Siùcarach” nair chunna’ mi an dibhearsan ˆ--ˆ--ˆ-ˆ-- Na linne ‘n Ìsleachaimh Mhóir, o chionn fhada… ˆ--ˆ--ˆ--ˆ- Tuigimh mi nas fheàrr an suidheachamh-inntinn. ˆ--ˆ--ˆ--ˆ- Òran ‘s film tréicileach, sgeulachdan Aon-fhillte ‘s

May this be for us a lesson in humility May this be for us an awakening from complacency May this be for us a lesson in compassion May the crisis be for us an awakening of civility May this be for us an awakening to sincerity, truth May this be for us an awakening of empathy May this be for us a lesson of accountability May this be for us a lesson of maturity May this be for us a lesson in prudence May this be for us an awakening of moderation May this be for us a lesson in mindfulness May this be for us an awakening of order, self-control May this be for us a lesson in courage May this be for us an awakening of integrity May this be for us a lesson in patience May this be for us an awakening of appreciation May this be for us an awakening to the value of Being May this be for us a lesson of the heart May this be for us an awakening of the health of Danu May this be for us an awakening of the balance of Danu Gum bi seo dhuinn sùileachan ann an ùmhlachd ˆ-ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Gum bi seo dhuinn

If my chest were to be excavated You’ll find past loves decomposed Fragile moments in fetal position Forgotten prayers to faulty gods You’ll find a heart Plagued with poisoned promise A scared up muse, with razor in hand Thighs bleeding, wrists opened Begging for relief You’ll find Defiled dreams wetting the bed Sacred thoughts dismembered Peppered across graves of hope Perfection with pistol to head Trembling trigger finger But inside my heart You dancing, vibrant Your bare feet thumping my hearts rhythm You make me feel alive

In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Racism seems escapist In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Xenophobia seems escapist In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Sexism seems escapist In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Homophobia seems escapist In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Classism seems escapist In the middle of the climate Change crisis, Sordid history seems escapist. In the middle of the climate Change crisis, They are intertwined, for we all are. Sa’ mheadhan éiginn an atharrachaimh -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Na gnàth-shìde cruinneil, -ˆ--ˆ- Nochdaimh gràin-chinnimh èalachasach ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Sa’ mheadhan éiginn an atharrachaimh -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Na gnàth-shìde cruinneil, -ˆ--ˆ- Nochdaimh oillt-allmharach èalachasach ˆ--ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Sa’ mheadhan éiginn an atharrachaimh -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Na gnàth-shìde cruinneil, -ˆ--ˆ- Nochdaimh gnèitheachas èalachasach Sa’ mheadhan éiginn an atharrachaimh -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Na gnàth-shìde cruinneil, -ˆ--ˆ- Nochdaimh gràin co-sheòrsachd