Love

With hair the scent of wild strawberries

Skin so soft and warm to my touch

Lips so soft and full

We embrace in a kiss

Our tongues do a dance with each other

I stare into your hazel eyes

You stare into my blue eyes

No words need be spoken

Our body language says it all

The warm caresses of your fingers along my body

We sit and enjoy each others' company

This is the way I always wish it to be

Am I a fool for thinking that way


                   -MAC-


       

A Buddhist Prayer

A Buddhist Prayer

Thank you for giving me strength when I need it.

Thank you for teaching me the ways to remain calm in the face of adversity.

Thank you for helping me to love the real person and not just the superficial outer layer.

Thank you for bringing Peace and Harmony into my life.

Thank you for keeping me strong when I have doubts about myself.

Thank your for never letting me become so discouraged I want to give up on my dreams.

Thank you for bringing another love into my life.

Thank you for making me kind and understanding of others.

For these things great Buddha I Thank You.


                                      -MAC-

Poetry

To Be Nineteen Again


Ah, what it would be like to be nineteen and in love again

to be carefree with no worries at all

letting our hair grow long as we stood proud and tall

running around in the Summertime

there were no bargains.
*
It was all about them

and not about us

that was the way they wanted it

but my dear we still defied them

against all odds

we didn't care.
*
Ah, what it would be like to be nineteen and in love again

I only wish I could turn back time

but I know that would not be possible

sometimes though, I wish it were

because I would be happy to be nineteen and in love with you, again.


                                   -MAC-

Poetry

Belief


Belief is what we have in ourselves

     and in each other

it's our belief in God and Heaven

and that he will make everything alright and even.
*
Belief I guess is inner strength you have

     your belief in yourself

and that you can conquer any obstacle

    that stands in your way.
*
It's the inner strength you have

when you need to help a friend, parent or relative strive

if we didn't have belief

the pain would go on without relief

I don't believe that's the way any of us want.


                 -MAC-













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Poetry

                                                         You

Soft dark eyes that sparkle

handsome face and wondrous smile

short dark brown hair I love to smell

I like to hold you in my arms, by the fireplace that crackles.
*
What we done we are not ashamed

we didn't out each other

we outed ourselves when we were ready

only the world for its actions.
*
We came from different continents

from a long way to be together

to be in each others' arms

to be that way forever.
*
Sitting naked in front of a cozy fire

playing naughty games with each other

God, I wish this night would never have to expire

for we would not want anyone to bother.
*
You say...nay you beg me to be inside you

I only oblige my young lover

with lovemaking like no other

and in the morning late in the day we arise we do.

                   -MAC-
             

Bullying

I'm tired of hearing about this bullying Gay people!!  It's got to stop...and now!!!

You know what people, next time you have a thought let it go.

We're all a little Gay, straight or not.


                    M.A.C.

Inspiration

Clouds clouds everywhere

they seem to fill the sky

some are solid and yet,

others float on their own in different shapes and sizes

some bring rain some bring snow

some bring the nasty weather we don't wanna talk about.

Still I lay here looking up at them

to see if any form animals or maybe faces

I can't help but wonder where they go

as they float along so diligently 

            -MAC-

Feelings

I sometimes feel like I'm floating alone in the ocean

waiting for someone to throw me a life preserver

to bring me back in to the safety of the shore

I sometimes feel I am drowning

a million miles from civilization

I see myself going under the water

sinking, sinking down to the bottom

the air is leaving me and so is life

until I am limp and float along.

Inspiration

What is a muse for us writers and artists

and where does it go when we most need it

is it a person, a place or a thing

is it the beauty we see every day around us

I never knew what my muse was 

or where it came or where it goes when I need it most

sometimes I think it leaves me for long periods of time

and even sometimes I wonder if it will ever come back

but it always does - even if for only a short while then leaves, again

I can always be sure my muse is beside me at some time or other

I only hope she's here when I need her most. 

                    -MAC-

Poetry

                                                      In My Arms


I hope one day I can hold my love

In my arms  once again.


that isn't a fleeting thought or dream that I can feel the warmth of your body

in my arms once again,


I know this may seem a foolish thought or dream but I just want you

in my arms once again.


then I'll know I'm forever at peace as long as I have you

in my arms once again,


This is not a dream or foolish thought I want to feel your warmth and hold you

in my arms once again.


                    -MAC-

Poetry

                My 30's
(A Poem For Tammie Richmond)


Lost, tossed, ashamed

sky, eye, flying high

joker, choker, broke

sanity, profanity, humanity

Jekyll, Hyde, brain feels fried

baby boy, new joy, it was all for me

uncertain, desertion

lied to me, no baby

unborn, stillborn, killed before it was born

deception, inception, depression

your sister, she loved me, more than you

in the end, she gave me the most precious gift of all

she made me see the light, the true you.

          MAC

Update On My Novel

Actually this isn't an update, as it is something you didn't know before.

When I started writing this, what is now Asylum City, and it wasn't even called that,

as it didn't even have a name then, when I started writing it in the Eleventh Grade.

At the time the characters were different. The main character was John Sheriff

and his partner was Sam Ace, but they were still Narcotics Detectives.

Then I shelved the story for many years, until I came back to it, gave it a name

and called it Race To The End Of Time. I know, strange name, guess that's why I

chose to change it. I messed around with that idea for years, not really being able to make

it work. Then I went through some difficult times in my 30's, and from those times

Mark Jay Patterson, AKA The Freak, was born. He was now my main character,

still a Narcotics Detective, and his partner was now Sam Barnesworth. That's where I'm

at, at the moment. But I just wanted you all to know where this started, how it started

and where it changed.

                 -Mark-

A Reflection

What Is Life

As I lay with my love

under a blanket of stars in the velvety night sky.

He asks me, "Mark what do you think is up there?"

I respond, "I'm not sure."

He then says, "I'd like to think we're not alone in this Universe.

That each of those stars are inhabited

with some other life form."

"Indeed that is something to ponder," I tell him then I smile and laugh.

"Although if each of those stars out there has life forms on them,

they would surely outnumber us."

He to laughs then moves closer to me.

I take his nude body in my arms. We embrace in a kiss that 

would seem to have lasted thousands of years,

as time doesn't matter when I am with you.

MAC

Poetry

Words Of Power

Broken, choking, croaking

That's the way they want us always to feel


leashed, sheathed, never released

that's the way they want us always to feel


Screwed, lewd, rude, and so often nude

That's the way they want us always to feel


ashamed, no gain, always to blame

that's the way they want us always to feel


At war, nevermore, for...

That's the way they want us always to feel

By MAC

Poetry

                                                                  True Feelings


Soft skin to the touch

warm skin on my fingers

sandy blond hair almost to your shoulders

eyes so blue

like the bluest of skies

I love to stare into those eyes

see that warm smile

you don't care that I am older

to us age difference never mattered much

softer yet are the contours of your young body

as I trace them with my fingers

making love

not making hate

for all things this matters.

By MAC

Poetry

                                                            Femme

Light brown hair, soft brown eyes, femme boy

in that way I love you the most,


yet so vibrant and full of life

In that way I love you the most.


You are not silent or ashamed of the way you are

in that way I love you the most


in my arms, both of us naked is the way I want it.

In that way I love you the most.


By my side, holding you close

in that way I love you the most.

Poetry

Turmoil


Why must we always argue the way we do.


We keep shouting at each other

why must we always argue the way we do,


When quiet time between us seems like the better thing to do

Why must we always argue the way we do.


We've given each other the silent treatment

why must we always argue the way we do


it seems like more quiet time with each other is needed

Why must we always argue the way we do


slowly we will drift apart someday

why must we always argue the way we do.

by MAC

Poetry

Daydream Of You

I hope and pray someday you will come to me

that I can truly feel you in my arms

feel the warmth of your body

taste the sweetness of your kisses

and that when that does finally come

we will forever be happy

no more will I spend my days sad and lonely

I will have you in my life

I will have you to my precious to hold


       by MAC

Poetry

This poem is for someone who

asked me if he ever inspired me to write a poem about him. Muahh

You

Soft dark eyes that sparkle

handsome face and wondrous smile

short dark brown hair I love to smell

I like to hold you in my arms - by the fireplace that crackles.

*

What we done we are not ashamed

we didn't out each other

we outed ourselves

only the world for its actions are to be blamed. 

*

We came from different continents 

from a long way to be together

to be in each others' arms

to be that way with each other.

*

Sitting naked in front of a cozy fire

playing naughty games with each other

God how I wish this night would not have to expire

for we would not want anyone to bother.

*

You say - nay you beg me to be inside you

I only oblige my young lover

with lovemaking like no other

and in the morning we arise late we do. 

A Poem For Jonathan T.