“Beyond the Mountainside”
By: Michael Collins

I had a vision. I stood atop a mountainside, an aura of sunshine shining down, as if radiating and descending from the eye of God as he witnessed that sacred day. I witnessed thousands of men and women, of all origin, race, ethnicity, and sexuality, hand in hand, arm in arm. Sometimes divinity is not directly illustrated by God, but it was by the illustration of God in those beloved people that I witnessed the pure essence of beauty; to overcome the beast within ourselves, and embrace the concepts of love and acceptance. For over the hills and under the seas, there has never been something so astonishing. It was as if the beauty created on this day was that of a colossus, a Titan that served as a conduit to the immaculateness of God and the blessed heavens. The beauty, the very spirit of it, was liberating. Call me a visionary, but this dream I had and the fruits of beauty within it, are possible, and achievable.


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“Some Nights”
By: Michael Collins
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Some nights I stare into the sky, as if gazing through its soul, trying to find an answer to the woes of the world as if its written in the stars. Then this wanderlust, this yearning to escape, to flee from this world consumes me. It is then that I wish to find solace in the heavens, but I then witness a revelation. The answer to my woes is not written on a chalice that pours the covenant of man, one locked behind the stars, convoluted in mystery and intrigue. No, the answer lies in the reformation of mankind, to undo the chains of human nature, to escape the fundamental principles of bigotry and war that were engraved into our minds through years of caustic evolution. One day, one blessed and achievable day, the advent of universal tolerance and acceptance will arrive, and the crucible will be lifted from the shoulders of the suffering.




​​​​​“Stop Killing Us”
By: Michael Collins
Paint the walls white and red, for a new day will dawn, one where the halls of the mind of mankind will not be plagued by bigotry, malevolence, and vice. For the olive branch of peace today seeks retribution against violence. The day has dawned that the lyres of the heavens shiver, until their vibratos stand still. The angels mourn in silence, and the western winds, blowing beneath the marble arches from which descends peace and folly, tremble. Alas, most of all that eternal spring atop the mount of Olympus, from which the blessings of love and enduring passion thrive, lays dry. The gay community will be slaves, like the Titan Atlas, as they carry the weight of their crusade for peace upon their fragile shoulders. For as long as the endeavor thrives, tears will shed, victims will bleed, and that beloved twinkle in their eyes, that sign of humanity that is adamant and unwavering in its resilience and perseverance, pleas for surrender. However, the crusade for peace thrives and will not perish until justice is proclaimed, and the vitality is drained from brute of bigotry.


​​​“The Forging of Unity”
By: Michael Collins
A new day will dawn when man and woman will be judged not by their sexual orientation, but on the kindness of their heart, the humanity within them, and the morality of their principles. For to live a benevolent life is to live with the bleeding passion of forgiveness and the tender love of binding unity. For we must forge this future together as do stars forge the constellations above, not necessarily under a god, but under the laws of humanity, and the preservation of that primordial creed that was birthed at the dawn of mankind. For in the cloud of sorrow and the fog of war, inhumanity plagues, but peace is not a spring in a mountain that only holy men may reach, but it is in the rivers, the spires above, and the plains below.