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