There has been a lot of comment in recent days bout a megachurch pastor in Houston and his Prosperity Gospel. When I got to thinking about that way of thinking I was reminded of a lady in a song:
Something Pure
Nicole – raw and real
I am tired and I just want
something pure, something
beautiful to burst
from the filth of this sickness,
this tragedy that is
devouring my mind again.
And all at once I feel
nothing but the shriek
of my soul being
ripped from its bones.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Elusive realities… and an invitation to share your stories
Sue Vincent issues an invitation.
In 1936, Country Life magazine captured this image said to be the Brown Lady while visiting Raynham Hall, England.
Whether we believe in alternative realities or not, we have no guarantee that we are not experiencing them all the time. How would we know if the man we just passed in the street is real or not? If the sound we heard in the night really is just the plumbing or the creaking of the house? How can we know for certain that the imaginary friend of a child exists only in their imagination? And what is imagination anyway, if not the gateway to another reality?
Almost everyone has a story to tell about some strange occurrence that set them wondering, gave them the shivers or brought them comfort. For many such instances there are undoubtedly perfectly rational explanations and for the rest, there is always disbelief.
Technically, I suppose…
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Another Season
Nicole and a change of seasons
The shadows are making
their way to my door again,
and my stoop has been painted
in grey, but I know that soon
the grey will give way
to the blackness and I will
spend another season crushing
bricks and sprinkiling salt
in every corner of my
fragile mind.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
8 Things Transgender People Do Not Owe You
Sam explains some rude behaviors and expectations directed toward trans folk..
Nothing ruins a fabulous day for me more than entitlement.
I’m talking about the expectations placed on me as a transgender person that are never placed on my cisgender counterparts.
Take, for example, the number of times that cis folks have asked me, “Are you getting rid of…” Then, gesturing to my chest, they add, “those?” without batting an eye.
I’m not sure on what planet that’s an acceptable question to ask anyone, but it bothers me – endlessly – that so many people feel entitled to that information, so much so that they don’t consider my comfort level or privacy when they ask.
From time to time, I run into folks who – whether they’re “curious” about my existence or aren’t sure how to talk to me about trans issues – mistakenly believe that I exist as their real-life Caitlyn Jenner, a science experiment, a case study, or…
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So I might have to leave for a little while
Devon checks in.
For A Moment
Insane Roots poems a moment.
Sometimes I feel as though I was not meant for this world
But rather a lonely spectator
Watching in the shadows
As the lives of others pass me by
Perhaps in another time
Or another place
Somewhere between tomorrow and today
I am lost
wandering alone
among the mysteries of the universe
For a moment today
It felt like home
His touch
His voice
The way my name
Rolled gently from his lips
My knees quivering
My heart pounding in my chest
I wanted to tell him then
How I craved his skin
That feeling of passion
I only felt with him
For a moment
I felt as though I belonged
And just like that
It was gone
Technicolor Love
Nicole brings colors to love
Will you love me
in reds and greens?
Push deep purple
through the curtains
and into the dark,
where colours fade
and my dreams cease to be.
© Nicole Lyons
Freakshow
Nicole gets a thundering ovation.
I had always wanted to be
the center of attention
until I was shackled
into the main attraction
of her sideshow.
A three-ring circus and her
freak show, fisting gaping
chests and shredding hearts.
I stepped right up
and felt the twisting
of my head,
I heard the cracking
of my skull,
and I was mesmerized
when the spotlight hit
my juggled mind and I
heard a thundering ovation.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Cicero’s warning.
Luckyotter offers ancient words of caution.
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