Poetry
Call Me Selfish
I wanted someone to love but I didn’t go looking I wanted it to find me. And then you found me. But you weren’t it You looked like it You
HOME
Together we sat Under a leaking roof Misery, I and a broken heart * Two moons and a quarter Through the clanging of bells And the period of the sleigh
Ode To Brown Eyes
She has a name she is known by but I call her Kayefi Osha Because that’s what she is to me A mysterious deity * No one is perfect but
TO BE GAY
To be gay is not a wound it is not a sore to be covered or a shrine of the afflicted to be looked upon with pity it is not
When You Love Someone
When you love someone You live in the realm of fantasies You create unimaginable pictures in your head And long for them all to be real Love gives you hope
SHAKEN
Oh my darling, do not be so shaken There is no solace here You will feel the rain and the heat The ground will not carry you forever And the
Scars Of Love
If the skies are blue Roses red and the grass green My love for you would be dark The tar of charcoal, like a black hole Where stars dare not
ALL THE CALM I NEED
That night was lit The night I got lost The very night I was deep in thought. The night I chose to stay Destiny blew a work of art my
HUMAN
I do not know how to live I do not know how to exist as a person All I do well is sleep and be alone I am mesmerized at
ESCAPE
I want to know joy To feel peace To grasp contentment To inhabit happiness I want to leave this skin behind To be free of this planted soul I want
