To Walk the walk of Distant Pasts.

In the 1980, the LGBTQ Community was devastated by AIDS. This is dedicated to my brothers sisters that did not allow it to steal our existence and humanity. My ode to my cousin Ruben/Rubi.

To walk the Walk of distant pasts.
I feel the pull of all that lasts.
But I as One am not alone.
All is well but not to throne.

The view of life of all that's shared.
A smile lost.
A tear drop falls but noone cared
Different one yet all the same.
Well experienced throughout the pain.

To hold the hand of lovers scorned.
Forgive all differences.. as the heart mourns.
Feel the joy of holiday dreams
But all around ......
Does strange it seems.

I am no different but yet I am...

I cry
I laugh.
Don't give a damn."
Over and over these words are said.
Branded disposable.
They'd rather you dead

Life hurts.
Dies
Has an end and a start.
Different one.....yet all the same.
Well experienced throughout the pain.

FAGGOTTS!
P*****S!
TRANIIS"
DYKES!
All names are called.
But in my soul I will not fall.

To work.
To cheer.
Have a quiet sit.
Read a book each day.
Paint a thought .
Ride the mental train.
Wave a flag.
Walk side by side.
Hope for peace as we walk by.
But in our heart a mourning cry.

Their love.
Their laughter.
You can not hide.
We won't betray and cast aside.
That which is us full of rainbow pride.
Different One yet all the same.
Well experienced throughout the pain.

Hold your loved ones tight at last.
Bid them peace as they depart.
In our souls memory bleeds bitter tart.
Life quickly awakened by the heart.
To walk the Walk of distant pasts.
I say my dreams will always last.
Another son.
Lover.
Best friend.
They stood heads high throughout the end.

Together walking as we grieve.
The silence will not become this heart's thief.
Our flags.
Our anger.
Shed a tear.
Different One yet all the same.
Well experienced throughout the pain.

With love and honor to have shared
Their resounding battle .....where no one cared.
Thrown away and stoned with words.
Screaming in anguish and we heard.
They caged the spirit. Now weve freed the bird.
No more closed windows and closets to see.invisible visible journey ....our reality.
Together we painted humanity.

To walk the Walk of distant pasts.
I feel the pull of all that lasts.

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