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
Category: 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.
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.
“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
I felt
Are you okay / With him being gay?
certain somethingness
I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.
stay right where you are and feel nothing.
Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.
Housewarming – 6:02 pm
I thought no one was going to show. I really did.
I Did Not Die.
confidence climbs / and I
dare to
defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.
bisection
The surgical saw /
slices smoothly
Eternity it Stretches Forward.
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
happy place
If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.
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.
I’ve Found My Place
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
Start. again. anew.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
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. … More
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 … More
edges blur
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
in swirling chaos
in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel
It’s a SIGN…
Or IS it a “sign” at all?