The spring was fresh, but waning, when
my love for him was born.
In summer's warmth I played with him,
who stayed throughout the morn.
But glorious sun gives turn to fall's
conceit: the dying smell.
And winter tolls a mystery:
play it knell or Christmas bell?
But if Christian feasts remember,
whose promise is of life
in death and dark, of return of
us, may frigid break to light.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
May the skies be ever Blue over Seattle.
May burning Red nay govern o'er her shores.
May Evergreen always drape her rolling hills,
and their forward ****** be ever in her goals.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
You claim to know through hearsay
I can write and say a line.
And that may just be something,
But not poetry like thine.
Your lips were first, I noticed.
Their rosey, sanguine shine,
Their gentle part was stiff'ning,
and raises more than I.
If I could be those saintly words,
Sweet nothings from your lips,
I could be, would be art itself
Conceived in breathless kiss.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
The distance is ever widened.
The time still marches on.
The lover's gone sick and frightened
our bonds will break anon.
The minutes charge life a hour.
Hours take even more.
The ticking beats grow louder
And marches ever forward.
What is this silly game we play?
This dance of laissez-faire.
No further than a touch we stay,
yet speak we do not dare.
Say none of time and space, my dear.
I will no more of love.
If that is what you truly fear,
silence I’ll keep thereof.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
Part One
There once was a Boy. He was a boy who loved other boys.
The Boy was very sad because the people in the pulpit told him, "God hates you," even though the Boy loved God very much.
And the people on podiums told, "You will destroy society," even though the Boy loved people very much.
Even his mommy and daddy told him, "Boys love girls. Girls love boys," and though they didn't mean to hurt him, it still made the boy very sad.
The Boy had a Little Brother.
The Little Brother loved the Boy so much, and he was sad that the Boy was sad.
So, the Little Brother learned about the different kinds of love there is:
between girls and girls,
girls and boys,
boys and boys,
and just people who love people.
The Little Brother met many new friends who were just like the Boy.
The Little Brother fought for the Boy
and this made the Boy happy.
Part Two
The Boy had many friends, but not any friends who were Like Him. That is, until the Boy met an Other Boy.
The Other Boy was one of the Little Brother's friends, but soon the Boy and the Other Boy became friends too.
They worked together.
They played together.
They talked together from when the moon came up
to when the moon went down.
And the Boy was very, very happy.
Before he realized it, the Boy fell in love with the Other Boy. But he was too scared to tell the Other Boy, so he kept it a Secret.
Then one day, the Other Boy had to leave for Far Away. He went off to learn about people and things and places that grown-ups learn about.
The Boy missed his friend very much
and felt sad once more.
Part Three
While he was far away, the Other Boy met many other boys who were Like Him and the Boy.
He worked with them, played with them, and talked with them.
Every time the two friends talked, the Other Boy would tell such great stories about his adventures.
All the while, however, the Boy held his Secret very closely. He would never tell it, he promised.
But sometimes, when they talked, the Other Boy would ask about Boys Who Loved Too Much. Sometimes, he would ask about Boys Who Loved Other People.
This made the Boy grow jealous.
Sometimes, the Boy was angry.
Many times, the Boy was sad.
But he loved the Other Boy very much anyway. So, when the Other Boy needed help, the Boy would try to tell him, "Do what you believe is right. I believe in you."
But even though the Boy told the Other Boy this, he was still very sad. He really wanted to tell the Other Boy his Secret, but was still too scared. So because the Boy did share how much he cared for the Other Boy, the Secret grew within him like a big red balloon in his heart...
...growing and pushing...
...pushing and growing...
...until the Boy could no longer keep it to himself...
...until the Boy's heart burst...
...and the terrible and beautiful Secret flew out.
But not like one big balloon,
but a thousand of them in reds, blues, yellows, and greens.
So that is how it began: that two boys stared across from one side of a nation to another, each beginning to learn what it means to grow up,
what it means to be in love and what it means to love,
and what it means to be alone.
But above all things, the two Boys learned what it meant to be friends.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:53 PM UTC
I unfurled it, uncurled its edges,
like the first time a boy
who is the first time a man
shakes, and takes, to break open,
with the trepidation of martyrs
the word of God.
And he on ceremony says:
"PASSED BY THE LEGISLATURE
AND ORDERED REFERRED BY PETITION
REFERENDUM MEASURE NO. 74
...concerning marriage...
...allow same-sex couples...
...to marry..."
Voter:
"Approved...
...Rejected"
But all the words were wrong.
Like so many other scriptures,
the words did not encapsulate,
not yet begun to navigate
or in legal language validate
my quintessential being of
a fascinating, adulating, activating
Love.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
I believe in devils,
but I can only hope
there are angels too.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
Close your eyes.
Why?
Don't talk.
What are you doing?
I'm composing.
I don't understand.
Put your hand on my heart.
It's so fast.
Faster than yours.
What's the matter?
I care.
I do too.
Not enough.
What does that mean?
I'm finished:
Of two, the one who cares less
is the one with all the power.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
1 If ever I wrote a thousand gospels of Hope, but meanwhile did not love,
I am the empty words of politicians and sycophants.
2 And if ever I knew the world in fine and time and with all shared my mind,
but so burn in hate that I bar any Faith, my words are cinders.
3 And if ever I laid down my life for a friend or died so that you all might live.
If I do not have the Love that did it, the deed meant nothing.
4 Because Love feels far, feels deep, and feels forever.
Love is kind; and it does not whine, chime, or shine.
5 Love is grace. Love sets free.
Love is gentle. Love let’s be.
6 Love is a repletion, the completion of joy despite of,
because of the shared, dark Truths of our twilit souls.
7 "For Love beareth all things, hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
8 Love never faileth:" But when these prophetic words pass,
Love shall live where life and strife wither.
9 For fiery stars we will never see whose light has not come,
And any act, however fierce, is only the orbits of atoms.
10 But when Love came in our lives, all the littlest in
the drowning dark embraced as (w)hol(l)y One.
11 When I was small, I thought and felt and feared small;
but my heart has grown and now can no longer.
12 Anything meant nothing until Love came and
bade us recognize the I in You and You in Me.
13 And where all else fails, there is three: Hope, Faith, and Love.
And greatest of these - Binding Hinge of Life - is Love.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Would be the day I
finally define who I
am - a winter day.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC