The Truth of Me
I’ve been quite a few things in the short time I’ve experienced this life. I’ve been a sensitive boy, an abused child, a raging lunatic with a violent streak. I’ve been in trouble with the […]
Love
And We Loved (An Erotic Poem)
She woke me with her mouth I stirred Growing in that moist embrace Hardening in the moment Finding her desire in my own. She took me to her sacred places I followed Trusting in […]
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A Solid Truth
Through the numbness gaze I see Cloudy, murky, beholden to the current Leaning, listing, the stormy sky emblazoned Calmly, the whitecaps form. Through the blinded folds of skin I feel Nothing, lost moments, surrounded […]
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I Long for Winter
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
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What Absolutely Beautiful Ugliness I Am
I guess when I look back I realize that the weatherman doesn’t always need to be right, and that sometimes it is just perfect to get soaked to the bone when science says the sun should be shining.
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One Can Only Imagine (Thank you Team Hoyt)
Love isn’t something you read about in a book, or know through some discipline, or get from someone else.
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A Moment Cherished
We all deserve our truth. Once we discover what that truth is, I mean. Until then, we all deserve our illusion separate from those who can’t live within it.
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What is Surrender?
We aren’t taught the art of surrender in our society. We are taught that surrender is an act of weakness reserved for losers. We are taught that quitters surrender, and then we make an agreement to agree with the various negative descriptions of surrender we are given.
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God I love this place!
I walk. I marvel at how the once soft, fluffy sands have become hard and unforgiving in the winter’s chill. I’m alone with my thoughts save the sounds of the surf crashing behind me; the […]
