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Life is

life is finding yourself no mater what .
life is making decisions based on no information , and screwing up most of the time.
life is helping those who cant help them selves , making sure we all get a fair shot .
life is being non judgmental and giving your shoulder for some one to cry on .
life is listening to the thoughts of others enjoying their company even at 300 in the morning .
life is choices made in good faith .

copy rights yada yada 2012 just some i need to put down it helps . post anywhere its free. rues

Dad when i was born you were 35 i cant remember you having hair.
you were my pop the one always busy doing something .
The one i went fishing with as a kid , the one who could scare 5 kids with a stare and make then scatter .
We came first then you .
you laughed at me when i put my foot through the wall be cause i was mad ,
you disciplined me with your hand when i did wrong .i remember back in the sixties the fun we had looking

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rues

Mom you gave me the gift of life for that I am so grateful.
Love to you was unconditional even if you were tired .

The Girl Inside
By Julie D Cole

As I looked into the mirror it gave me quite a fright,
I’m getting old, an aging man and it’s not a pretty sight.
My hair is limp my face is drawn and as I took a look down there,
Where’s it gone, it’s hard to say, with all this body hair.

I stood and stared for ages, not a pretty sight at all,
Reflecting on my life so far, then at a picture on the wall,
A woman in her prime of life, her beauty plain to see,
A picture taken years ago, Mmm was that really me?

I Heard New Bells on Christmas Day

Here are lyrics for what I pray will meet with your approval as a Christmas carol expressing the hope that our culture will learn not merely to tolerate or to accept, but rather to fully embrace transfolk, whether merely androgynous, crossdressed, partially or fully transexual, or intersexed. These lyrics work with both the traditional melody by John Calkin or the modern tune by Johnny Marx. (The one by Casting Crowns doesn't fit the rhythm of the fourth and fifth lines of each stanza.)

I just wish that I had thought of these sooner…

I remember growing up

I found the girl inside the boy,
Found out it was cause for joy,
For in unity man and woman are not parted, but
Are whole as one being in spirit with flesh unstarted.

To find comfort in self a balance must be found,
Male need find their female as well as the other way 'round.
It matters not what body as long as there be balance of spirit
When finding joy in life and all within it.

On the whole it matters not what sex we are born,
Be just glad to be alive no matter the form.
Although usually what we get we need keep and
on the whole I feel no need to weep.

If I Could But Hie To Kolob

Psalm of a LDS Transgendered 1

by Abigail Drew

O, but if I could hie to Kolob,
E’en in but a twinkling of an eye.
O, then might I turn back the pages,
E’en back till before my mortal birth.

Then, but might I then reconsider...
E’en that great and dreadful decision...
O, that terrible terrible choice.
E’en which now wracks my soul in torment.

Hey everyone! Here's my first post to topshelf and I just wanted to make it short.

The first line to this poem has been bouncing around my head for a few days and I just decided to go with the flow and see where it left me.

Transsexual in Hiding

Clawed and clawed 'till fingers bare
This costume which I seem to wear,
Myself I hide in darkness deep
So very long she's been asleep,
But now I want her up and out
So she can see the world about,
For as she sleeps down darkness deep
Her memories will slowly seep

I dont wanna do this anymore ...

This one is based on "Unfaithful" by Rihanna, which can be found here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rp4UwPZfRis&ob=av2e

This one has some strong themes, read with caution

Yesterday
By Julie D. Cole
[thanks to the Beatles]

Yesterday,
My new life had seemed so far away,
Now I’m glad that it is here to stay,
Oh, how I worried - Yesterday.

Life is for living, for fun and for joy,
So we shouldn’t feel sad if born as a boy,
But some of us do ‘cos our feelings aren’t right,
Not all of us boys play football and fight,

Some are just gentle and quiet, like a mouse,
And others like dolls and to join girls to play house,
So why can’t it be that when we get to eight,
We just visit the doc before it’s too late’

I took 'Something about Us' by Daft Punk, and 'I will Love you for You' (I can't remember who it is by.
Here we go.

It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there's something about us I want to say. Cause there's something about us anyway.
I might not be the right one. It might not be the right time. But there's something about us I've got to do. Some kind of secret I will share with you.

I will love you for you not for what you have done or what you will become.

This is a poem i've written years ago, when I was still trying to figure myself out, it's a short one, but I hope you like it:

sitting here
sitting here lonely
watching the mirror
trying to smile
tears come out of my eyes
who is that person?
why do I feel sad for him?
I clean my eyes and go outside with a smile
another day, another try