Geino Äotsch

Each One of Us

The saddest story ever told
Is not just a story of growing old
Nor sifting empty pans of gold
The saddest story to behold
Is to be born one of the fold
Appearing like you’re
In the wrong skin color
In the wrong sex
In the wrong way
To live as yourself
That the body says
I am a good person
Deserving of love
And the world says
(But in the wrong body!)
For one to be loved
Gay Mississippi
Find refuge in love
Federal appeals
Highest number of
Anti bills introduced
Just this year
An error in human history
The concept that there is
Confusion about
Each one of us deserving
To be loved to know love
Racism too racist countries
And states Indiana equates
Very low in measured progress
Big giant world
Filled with all kinds of folks
We must find a way
In our hearts and best selves
To say without question
You are deserving of love
No matter the skin color
No matter the sex
Let kindness be first
As acceptance exists
The greatest story has yet
For us all to behold!

Hey You

I’m a useful person
But I’m not sure
If I’m being useless
With myself
Evince me now
Wonderfully bad

Walking on glass
As if I’m barefoot on
Rose petals
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Take away the things
That sadness can bring
Open up the door
And let the light in some more
Evince me now
Wonderfully good

Standing on hot coals
As if I’m making wine
The old world way
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Too many times I listened
To the songs that said
Never be alone again
And believing all of them
Evince me now
Wonderfully nonchalant

I wrote the lyrics down
Can I sing this one again
Hey you, maybe
(This one’s for you)
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Console Me

I need an escort
Where is my chariot of
Friends that love
Unconditionally
I have a broken
Earthly mother
My words fall on
Deafened ears
This nurtured loneliness
I call out to my
Supernatural mother
Come and sit by me
May I rest my head
In your lap?
Manifest my best self?
I have only
A father’s broken wings
To console me
Where do we find
The pieces that are
Capable of fulfilling
The puzzled picture
What does it take
When does it appear?
Dust off the residue
Of a lingering past
Glassy eyed
The greatest crime
Is to forget one’s self

Zombie Soul

Am I just like all the rest!
Is the thing I thought I wanted
Different from the last?
I have no distraction
Therefore the biggest problem
Is the one in front of me
And they keep piling up
No mother
No father
No brother
Friendships gone
Seems like so long
Is getting closer
All the time
I share too much
I care too much
I need to go back to
A simpler time
Rewind to a place
Where I can recognize
My own face in the mirror
All that is left
For now is the
Obsidian shadow
Of somebody that
Measures so little
To the person
I used to know
Save one thing
Feel better about the other
Save one more
Feel better than before
What a way to live
Inside a zombie soul

Still Trickling

Manipulative tactics
To gain strategic advantage
Softening words
To ease the blow
Premeditated thoughts
Inculpability brought
To a table where
Nothing innocent lies
All the truth will defy
What the color of
Creative conversation
Is trying to cover up
Like muddy roses
Dirty work at its finest
Trampling down
Your only defense
“It’s all about me!”
Years of affection
No protection for the
Kindest of souls
The criminal code
For former friend
Stalking behaviors
When someone feels
Entitled to do whatever
They choose
Social media likes or
Otherwise more like
Social drivebys
Gun to the heart
Friendship lost
No remorse
Missing parts
Want it to end
Still trickling in

Fried Eggs

Sour sour sour
Blech blech blech
I’m disgusted
When I feel like this
Where to place the anger
Where to go from down
I pinpoint the destruction
I find a tilted crown
Where to place the pain
Like a dislocated shoulder
Have I not been aware
Of this in life before
Adulthood?
These blackbirds do not
Think about these things
This nature does not
Think about these things
Incurable diseases do not
Think of these things
Why does it matter
Just relax and
Let go of the chatter
Mental blah blah blah
What is this madness
Why do our minds
Foot fall aimlessly
Scrambled eggs
Scrambled head
Put yourself to bed
Fried eggs
Fried head
All will get better
Go to bed

Love Dream

To be in love with
Something or someone
That is as close as
You can get
To the one that
You had hoped to love
To feel
To share one breath
Even if it was
Only a fantasy
And you never touched
The person you’d
Been dreaming of
And yet
Though you found a lover
That is mostly the same
Almost in all gestures
In their face
In their words
In their eyes
To fall in love
Differently with
But almost
Exactly the same
In their hair
In their scent
If they smile in that way
Is it close enough
Not really
So what the truth
Becomes reminds
Us that the fantasy
Was never
Real anyway
In their hands
In their embrace
In their feet
Would I want
Someone to love me
If I wasn’t their
First sweet(heart)
Would they
Eventually love me?
Different scenes
An old video store
Someone else’s
Silver screen
When the affection
Is delectable
And real
The kiss makes it
Hard to reveal
Leaving to wonder
Do we love them
Or the person we
Hoped them to be
If we are always
Yearning for the
Thing we
Wished we had
In love to be

Realized

He’s just happy
Though when he cries
It sounds like he’s in pain
Let the chips fall
Where they may
We can’t control it
Anyway
I worked so hard
To get it right
Did my choices
Somehow betray?
How could I have known
For what we
Pretend to possess
So tiny is the
Grasped intent
Meanwhile the leftovers
Stand to taste better
Then the thing
Once realized
Had me convinced
I never had to have

Start Over

It’s not that serious
They said just like
Empty sex in hotels
The same way actors
Make you feel
As if the kiss is
Meaningful or real
Lingering eye contact
Something superficial
Hiding behind the truth
Slowly becoming actual
Watch your step
In the future
Be forewarned
As crooked as things can get
It won’t turn out the way
You’re expecting
No blinking red lights
I believe that
We’re all still made of stardust
In the end
Which begs the question
Do we belong to ourselves
Or to the stars?
No vacancy
Preservation is expensive
You know
We could just start over
Demolish everything
Make a clean slate of it
Are we maintaining our innocence?
Does the melody
To remain the same neigh
Or does the sound
Of our change bray?
We hold in our hands the
Answer to a question
As delicate as the motel
That is crumbling
Down the way
There are people inside it
Maybe the activity is
Too arduous for saving ourselves
Collecting every piece
One tile of the roof at a time
We could hold onto it all
Or we could just start over

Chasing Rainbows

How do you protect yourself
From mean spirited people
On the street
How do you protect yourself
From who you’re
About to meet
I’ll be chasing rainbows
If I don’t get arthritis first
Never afraid to jump a hurtle
Never fear an obstacle
If all the talent I have
Was drained from my blood
I’d still have a trick for you
Aren’t you going to
Kiss me good night?
My hair is combed
The air is right
I’m sure that I’ll know better
If this is meant to be
And maybe next time
I’ll even wear a bow tie
For the occasion
That is if you enjoy
Classic styles you see…
I’m a sure thing
Even if the rolling hills
Try to interrupt my
Magic carpet ride to you
I’ll absolutely go batty if
We can’t find a way to
Get to know one another
Gee you’re sweet
Now that I know you
I’ll never have to meet
Any mean spirited people
Like the attitudes all the folks
Before you were sporting
I can spot them a mile away
No illusory goals no consorting
When I’m chasing rainbows
With you