Poetry

My Love


Teardrop eyes - long silky black hair

Everything reminds me of you

Reminder of how everything brings back memories of our affair

In everything I say or do.
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Destined to see where life would bring us

All at once we were driven apart

Somewhere along that crazy highway of life

Oh I will always think of you as a work of art

Very much I wonder if we were still together - would you be my wife

Is there such a possibility

Could we have not changed our futures

Had it have to be this way.

Poetry

The One I Loved


I met a woman who was the love of my life

we made each other stronger

so in love with her I wanted to make her my wife

we would never go to bed angry at one

                another

Then came the day she told me

she was giving me a son

I felt like the luckiest man under the sun

we worked hard those nine months to make ends meet

she was so ecstatic - for soon she would be a

                 mother

Then came the day our son Brandon was born

we promised ourselves to never fight - never scorn

and for the longest time I remember

we just stared in fascination at him

this little boy who made our love stronger.

Poetry

Lost Too Young

(A Poem For Teri Dasovich)

As I stood at your grave and watched your twin sister

grieving over the loss of her beloved twin

I wonder what sort of relationship you had with her

was it happy or sad within?

I hope there were never any feelings of anger between you and her

no ill thoughts of any kind. 

You were only nineteen years old when you left this world

so tragically that day you were taken away

yet as I stare at your sister - I know we are both bereft 

at the sadness of your passing that way.

I think we all wish to remember you

how you could always make us laugh and smile

as it never came difficult of you to do

you just had that special gift Teri

and that is why I will always be in love with you.  

Poetry

Loved And Lost

We danced the dance of lovers

for in actuality

we were like no others.

yes we had our own unique personality

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It all seemed like it would never end

at least that was the way I did see

in the end it was not us - in the end it was only me.

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You took the wrong advice my love

from the wrong people

they were the ones that when push came to shove

they only thought inside their own church steeples. 

The Warmth Of Him

The warmth of him on a cold night

being in my arms to stop me from shivering

it's the kind of feeling I'd like to share

with the one I love

with the one who I care the most - and cherish. 

Poetry

Crazy

Some say I'm the one who's gone crazy

others say I'm just lazy

I've got too much time on my hands

that I'm wasting my life by not meeting ends

which is it then, this I want to know

am I crazy, or am I like they say - an on the draw I am slow

it's just that listening to the world sometimes isn't right

their only means is to take away all my fight

they wish to see me beaten down

never smiling always with a frown

so I ask again,

is the world the one who's crazy, or am I really the crazy one then?

Milestone

I'd like to take a moment to reflect on the fact that back in June of this year I started this blog. Thanks to all my viewers, I now have 1000 views. Keep viewing folks and I'll keep on publishing. Thanks, again. xoxoxo

Ho Ho Yum !!!

Now Here are two Santas I would love to see come down my chimney. Bet we could warm each other nicely on a cold night.

Visuals

I like to watch snow fall

the pretty way the wind carries the flakes to their destination

whether they land on hills, flat ground, atop mountains, or buildings or trees

it's just such a wondrous thing to see

almost magical. 

I guess it's one of the things I like about Winter the most.

Just sitting inside and staring out the window watching the snow fall. 

Gorgeous. 

Poetry

Bored

I sit here my body aching

my mind is wandering

wonder where I'm going

what to me is this life showing

that is not boring. 

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I sometimes wonder

as I sit in silence and ponder

what is this thing called life

that keeps cutting me like a knife

I sometimes think why bother.

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Will I be bored with life or will it be full of surprises

my life seems so meaningless

almost tedious

I sometimes don't know what is life's meaning

it feels so demeaning. 

Poetry

On The Outside Looking In

Do you know me?

Do you hate me?

Do you love me?

Do you care about me?

Do you feel bad when I do -

feel sad when I do -

cry when I cry -

shed tears of happiness and sorrow -

the way and exact times I do?

Do you laugh with me instead of at me?

How can you say that - you don't even know me.

Poetry

To Be Young, Again

Age it is said is never old

never grow up, to never grow cold

everything eventually dries up and turns to dust

it is said it is a must

life starts gradually slowing

till the heart stops eventually beating

I wonder if this must be the truth

why can't I hang onto my youth

why is it a fleeting thing

always it is parting

I would love to believe I will never grow old

is that too straightforward, is that too bold

one day I know it will be my turn

just pack me away in a shiny urn

put me on a fireplace mantel

oh the stories about me everyone will tell

will they really know of my personal hell

these are the remains of me

of  someone who once be. 

Poerty

I Sit And Ponder


If I died tonight

how would they remember me

how would they remember my life

these are just some things I ponder if I will ever see.
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It makes my head, body ache

thinking about the cruelties of the world

and about the people have allowed things to be unfurled.
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I don't know if there is anything I can do or say

that could possibly change my fate

to change the evils of our ways

before it is too late, or is it already too late.
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So if you ask me why I ponder

on if I died tonight

I sometimes sit and wonder

maybe it is the reason why I ponder on who will remember me.

Poetry

Pain

Let me please die

let this be the end of my plight

and send me to Heaven

where I can soar on angels wings

not to have to worry about even

the most strilfling things in life

away from all - it cuts me like a knife

too many people try to control me

oh yes they all say we

only want for you the best

but I believe they think they are above me, better than me

bring me down - I just lay at rest

I'm too tired and weak to fight anymore

my body is aching and sore

I understand I am not in their circle

and for that I am not supposed to find happiness

I wonder if it all isn't a joke on me though

I look at them and my blood boils with anger

yes I truly believe they will be the death of me

they want me back in a mental ward

so they will never have to, again, see

a poor old wretch such as me

I slip now into the darkness and go one final time inward.

Other Side Of Me

You know oft times I've only put pictures of loving moments between two men, but I can't forget what I am, a bisexual. So I thought this was a sweet, romantic picture I happened to run across. The playful side between a man and a woman. If that were me in that picture, and it ain't, that would be how I'd look with a woman. Cheers To The Ladies. As Well As The Men.

Yum

More man flesh. 

Yum

What a hunk of man flesh this is. HUBBA HUBBA !!!

Poetry

How do I love thee

there are so many ways 

so many things in which to say

you came into my life

and healed my broken heart

you gave me a good reason to keep going to begin a new start

I don't care if we are ages apart

love comes after all from the heart

I don't care that we live far away

for I know that if it's true love we'll find a way 

                       MAC

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                       DPL

Poetry

Lovers

I still remember the first time I saw your naked body

how I held you in my arms

you felt so warm

it was as though before this I had never touched anybody.
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I did not care that you possessed a few extra pounds

love after all comes from what's inside

and not what is on the outside

I thought your body was sexy being a little round.
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The things we did together

and the things we did see

in all kinds of weather

we managed to always make each other very happy.

Poetry

Why Am I So Sad

I wonder why I am so sad and lonely

as if I were alone

there never seems to be anyone to care for me

as I sit here in my little World

grieving only for me.
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And yet I wish I would die

so I would be with the ones I love

the only ones who cared about me

yes, the ones who shared my love.

My Review Of The "Twilight" series

There has been a lot of talk about the new Twilight movie. I've heard questions asked about has anyone seen this movie, what do you think of it, was it any good? And some people said the animated baby was pretty cheesy. Well I wouldn't know because I never saw "Twilight: Breaking Dawn", and never will. I saw the first one, thought it was stupid, and I wouldn't spend money to go see the others. That's just my view. Thumbs way down for me on the Twilight series. I'm happy it's over. 

The Artist Side Of Me

I wanted to say I'm not just a writer, I'm also an artist. Okay, so I'm not good enough to paint something like this Vincent Van Gough, "Starry Starry Night" painting, but I do some drawing and work with colored pencils and pastels. I took a course at a small community college here where I live where I studied artwork. Believe me, it was an eye opening experience. Never before, have I been called upon to be a model for others in the class to draw. I'll just say they had to see all of me, which means I was in the nude. There was one guy there, oh man, when I saw him sitting there naked it was orgasmic. Because I am bisexual, I found some of the women there, all in their twenties, to be hot too. In a way I wished I'd made more of my artistic work, sold it and such but I haven't. I have been most interested in my writing poetry and fiction. That's life I guess. There are always decisions to be made.

Ah Memories

I remember a lot of things about Christmas. Spending the time with family, eating turkey, ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a salad,and well one of my not so favorites oyster stew. YUCK. Then there was the smell of all that good food, not to mention the pies that smelled ever so sweet to my nose. The smell of the Douglas Fur in the living room all lit up with different colored Christmas lights. The opening of presents, of watching my second cousins as they saw what they'd gotten. The surprised look on their faces. As years passed though, Christmas meant a little less to me. I was getting older, too old for toys anymore. So Christmas like birthdays I would get only clothes anymore. But I still cherished spending the time with family and still do. MERRY CHRISTMAS all and HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Ah Memories

I have a lot of fond memories of winters past. Snow so deep I jumped off a carport into a mound of fluffy snow almost high as the bottom of the rooftop. The wind drifted the light fluffy snow, carried it and then let it settle so it looked like a sand dune made of snow. I remember snowball fights with friends. And of course building a snowman. Trying to make the most perfect one on the block. I also remember the times when I was fourteen and went hunting pheasant with my dad. The snow was so deep it came all the way to my hips, of course then I was a lot shorter. The experience left me with went pant legs, and even though I wore thermo underwear beneath my legs were still cold. And even though I wore thermo socks, my feet still became wet, when the snow fell inside my boot. But these are all good memories I wouldn't exchange for nothing.

The Great Beyond

I don't know how many of you believe in ghosts, spirits from beyond. I have seen one many times. She was a girl I loved back in high school. She died at the age of nineteen in a horrible car accident. It tore me up when I heard about it. But strange things began happening after that, like lights in my car going on and off, car radio going off then coming back on. At home the lights would suddenly blink for a second. Now I suppose most would say there's a reasonable explanation for all this. For instance a power surge could make the lights in the home blink. Faulty wiring in the car could make the dome light or radio act up in the car. To all you naysayers I still believe what I saw. I actually saw her ghost. I've felt the soft touch of her hand on my shoulder, when I'm feeling sad. I'll always love you Teri.

Poetry

                              He Comes To Me In The Darkness Of My Mind

                                      (A Poem For Mark Jay Patterson)

His name is Mark Jay Patterson

he comes to me in the darkness of my mind

where he awaits me, haunts me every time

with every turn I make, and all of my every decisions.
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He thinks he is in control of me

we fight about this many times

yet he always wins

I'm not sure where I end and he begins.
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I fear he is taking me over, once more

as I feel him controlling my thoughts and actions

into my brain he bores

he is such a bastard for what he has done to me, yet I cannot control his deeds.
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Oh no here comes the pain, once again

the terrible pain I associate with his being

he is like an everlasting ghost

and Almighty being, always heard, felt but never seen.

Remembrance

This is the way we once were

so much in love

before you turned my world upside down

you left and broke my heart.

So now I'm left with only the memories 

of what once existed

thinking back instead of moving forward

reliving the same old thing that I can never have, again. 

How I Feel

I'm sorry if some of you don't understand how I feel when it comes to relationships, and being in and out of them and uncertain where they are going, if they're going anywhere. My life is complicated, okay. That's the best way I can sum it up. Lately it seems everything is topsy turvy, turned upside down, and I don't know which way is up. That is just how I feel and how I am. 

A New Beginning

I hope I have found a new love in my life. That I can now begin a new start in my life, like a different day with a sunrise to start it. I need to forget my past love, as he is no longer in my life anymore. It is time to move on, move forward. I look forward to snuggling with my new love. Holding each other on those cold, winter nights. We've talked about this, and we both agree this is what we want. We both want to start anew and forget our pasts.

Yum Yum

This leaves only one question in my mind. Is that a banana in your pocket Superman, or is that your freakishly large package. All I can say is YUM!!! YUM!!

Poetry

                                                     
Harsh Winter

The cold of winter

brings back memories

of the way it's much harsher

of sitting in front of a roaring fire, drinking hot chocolate and tea.
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I don't want to venture out in it's coldness

to feel the way it has hold of us

I would rather stay inside

where it's cozy and warm like a beach so wide.
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Winter can blow its blustery winds

I don't care - I'll sit at the Inns

in front of a warm fireplace

where the winds of winter cannot me displace.

Poetry

When I Dream

When I lay asleep

I think of you and me

all the fun times we had

I admit these dreams weren't bad.
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I think of all the bad things said

God, sometimes I can't get them out of my head

I remember mostly the touches-the feels

those are images I want to be seeing.
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Songs I can't get out of my head

songs about us that told it all

how we felt about what we had

it wasn't a mere tumble I took when you left, my love, but a mighty fall

And it hurt.

Giving Thanks

With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I'd like to give thanks to those who are no longer with me, my Mom and Dad and other relatives who I remember and miss. Whose smiles always brightened my day no matter how gloomy it was. To my friend, Teri. Still love you babe. 

My Blog

I now have as of  11/19/12  496 views of my blog site and I want to say thank you all for taking the time to view it. I will try to get more posts in. And I'm not making any excuses here, LOL, but writing on my novel has been keeping me busy. Anyway, I'll keep posting and everyone keep viewing. Thank You All, Mark.

No End Of The World

I've been following this theory of what the Mayans said about their prophecy the world would end as of December 21 st of this year. I'm sorry but I'm like most people, I don't put stock into it. It may mean a change is coming, who knows, but it certainly doesn't mean the world will end. All these people saying that it may be true because of weather things that have happened this year or wars that have happened overseas. I don't believe it.

Sometimes I feel like I have been set adrift on the ocean, floating but not knowing where the waves will take me. That's how I feel sometimes, all alone out there. Sometimes it's peaceful and others it's lonely. I think about some of the people I would like to be enjoying this beautiful sunset and ocean voyage with, yet they are nowhere around. Yes sometimes I feel like I have been set adrift on the ocean, floating alone - just me.

I'm Glad The Political BS Is Over

I'm happy that the political backstabbing and name calling is over, now maybe this country of ours can get back to business as usual. I'm also happy that a President who at least recognizes the Gay community as being the same as the Straight was elected. The other candidate was all against it, so was his Vice President choice. I hope we can all work together to make this a decent country where we can all live the same, have the same Rights and Equality.

Here's To Milestones

I'd like to speak about a milestone of my own. It doesn't seem like I've already done 29 blog entries so far in the short time I've had this blog site but I have. I think back to the first things I wrote, my poetry which will always have a special place in my heart. Then all my feelings that came out and down through my fingers and finally onto my site. Of course there is all those Yums that I have here on my site. I can't forget all those luscious men. I do want to thank the people who are no longer with me, my parents, Terri my first crush in high school, and of course Sean, my son. They are all in Heaven looking down and watching over me. Terri I always considered my Guardian Angel, if you believe in them - I do. Before I close this entry, I want to pass along another milestone in my life, I recently turned 50 years old. I still remember a lot of the things I did when I was a kid. I'll close there. And then I'll keep writing.

Sexy Vampires

I'm a Vamp Queen. I've always had a thing for vampire movies and these hunks I could sink my teeth into. They make being a vampire gorgeous. Yum Yum !!