Diamonds Never Die

I’m just the diamond they bring out and flaunt
Not allowed to stick around, only to be bought

Something to show off and flash to the world
The envy of most of the boys and the girls

My company is inviting and my mind so clever
When you claim me, you have me, but never forever

The boys all too careless and the men all too selfish
A guy who will hold me always, has always been my wish

I’m more than a diamond they want to show off
I’m a lover, a thinker, a fighter, a wreck and the boss

They smother, or smudge me, but can’t darken my shine
Diamonds are the hardest thing around, keep that in mind

"You can’t cry on a diamond’s shoulder, and diamonds won’t keep you warm at night, but they’re sure fun when the sun shines."
-Elizabeth Taylor

Saccharine

I’m standing at the top of this cake,
Wondering who will take your place.
The frosting rises up over my feet.
It’s just like your lies, so sugary sweet.

I’m sinking in the quicksand of our love.
Trying hard to balance through all the push and shove.
I’m choking on the sample of this wedding life.
This flavor is too saccharine; I know it’s not right.

Combining all the ingredients in a bowl
Pretending they mix and don’t burn my soul
Folding in your cold truths and hypocrisies
Blending it all with my heart and insecurities.

Assembled everything and set the tables
The flowers all preened and in their vases
The anthem begins, noting the time is near
Everyone rises to look, but you aren’t here

I shake my head and begin the climb down from this cake
Give me some time, I’ll find someone else who wants to bake
Hand me the knife and I’ll cut myself a piece
The room begins to empty, and the band begins to cease

The Fire Was in My Head

There was a fire inside my head
You struck a match, you struck me dead
Trying to burn me down, smoke me out
The crackling flames drowning my shouts

Now you’re just something I lost in the fire
Me head burning, I can’t walk this wire
You push and you pull, change your mind and you’re done
I can’t stick around, save my life, gotta run

There was a fire inside my head
You struck a match, you struck me dead
Trying to burn me down, smoke me out
The crackling flames drowning my shouts

Now I’m just something you set on fire
My body burning, you’ve smothered all desire
I spin and turn, watch the flames till their done
I spiral around, Phoenix rise, now I’ve won

What love we had you sizzled to ash
Now there’s no going back
It started when you turned ugly and mean
Your words pouring the gasoline

You put a fire inside my head
You struck my face, I struck you dead
Tried to burn me alive, I found my out
Push you on the fire, no one heard you shout

Now you’re just something I lost in the fire

Out And About

I didn't realize it was National Coming Out day...I think it's a big bucket of horse shit. Turkeys need days. Pandas need days. Breast Cancer Awareness needs days. If you're gay, you need to grow a pair and kick open the closet door. It's not fun. It's not easy. It's sort of as painful as surgery without being put under. But it's something that you have to do. The whole pride concept really baffles me. We want to be treated as equals, and yet we parade down Michigan Avenue in sparkled banana hammocks: where is the logic you stupid queens. You aren't doing anyone any favors by drawing attention to your obnoxiousness. There is such a thing as a demure gay. Try it on sometime, eh? Often times the quiet, observant people are the ones who get their way and make a place in the world; while the screamers and flailers are easily misplaced. So there is something to be said for quiet determination and silent action. The squeaky wheel gets the oil, but eventually it gets thrown out. And I don't know about you, but I didn't come out just to be thrown out of society. Get your homo act together and become a civilized gay.