Monday, December 31, 2012
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
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.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Poetry
(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.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Poetry
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?
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Milestone
Friday, December 21, 2012
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.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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.
Monday, December 17, 2012
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.
*
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.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Poetry
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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
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.
*
It makes my head, body ache
thinking about the cruelties of the world
and about the people have allowed things to be unfurled.
*
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.
Friday, December 14, 2012
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.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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.
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