Coming Out – The Journey
This is the “depository” of all my blog entries and poetry that either led me through, to, or beyond the decision to “come out”, and continues to chronicle thought and feelings about this incredible journey.
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On Why I Can’t “Church” Right Now
Yesterday I wrote about “rough drafts” – pieces and parts of articles in my inbox that are so emotionally raw to me and likely hurtful to people I love that I fear putting them out into the world.
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The Hatred Never Went Away
The hatred never went away / Just pushed into a fertile soil / Now, weedy thick, it springs to day / With words of shame, our Pride to spoil
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the cost of life seemed rarely worth the price
The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice
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Poetic License
But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.
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“You therefore must be perfect” just like God
“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood
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I felt
Are you okay / With him being gay?
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certain somethingness
I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.
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stay right where you are and feel nothing.
Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.
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Housewarming – 6:02 pm
I thought no one was going to show. I really did.
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I Did Not Die.
confidence climbs / and I dare to defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.
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bisection
The surgical saw / slices smoothly
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Eternity it Stretches Forward.
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
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Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
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happy place
If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.
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Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right? ‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
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I’ve Found My Place
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
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Start. again. anew.
start. again. anew. transformed again by some truth
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Mystery Meal
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun! Hey, remember me? I was once a faithful #SoCS contributor. I went away for a few months. Couldn’t write. I came back and wrote one Saturday entry.…
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Let no one tell you how to live
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and give;Let no one tell you how to live.When joy is leaking like a sieve,push forward – hard – and never quit.Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.
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edges blur
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
defying atrophy 