I'm half transgender, I'm half gay. I don't know how my body feels that way. The government screams and shouts bill C-6 will make it all right.  I don't really know what its all about.
If your ok then I'm ok with it. Mom and dad are definitely not ok. Thank god my grandparents are dead.

I walk along the darkened streets and think to myself why are there no stars above where have they have gone. I look around and something makes me see different shapes.

A giant ship is floating across the skies where is it going I need to know I need to follow it so here I go again


Memories of the times gone by is filling my head with the thoughts of people that fell far behind, never seeing what was here on earth.

I listen to the silence of my mind burning deep inside me as I would wonder was it really worth the time I gave.


It's been a million years since I last heard the ancient sounds, I don't remember what it sounded like, but I recall it being very calm.

You used to say that everything will come to an end eventually it felt so somber, but I finally understand it now.


The wind wanders in and takes me far beyond the shores of everlasting calm and lasting life and soothes me back to sleep so I can

Venture out again into the darkness of my mind and reclaim all the ones that lost their way so very very long ago.

I like to sit and thank God, for days like this. For this is the day, not so many years ago he granted me the gift of you and the time.
Blessed, I must be. For the days I'm sure my whole world is falling apart. For when I have happy and exciting things to share: Is then I realize God really does care. Because he placed you so close there. Seemingly, sometimes, for me alone.
Though I surely know, not for me alone. As your friends and loved ones number many, new and old. And your enemies are but few if any. Rich are those who have known you. If only for a short time. Poor are the ones who never took the time.
And when we two gather together, it's as if it is only you and I. Tucked away from all the world, while time stands still For us to share our dreams, hopes and tears. Blessed we must surely be, you and I.
When our time is over and the clock continues, its endless ticking. While my daily world spins around me, and I feel I'm drowning. I know God loves me, I'm surely Blessed. For I need only to sit and turn the clock of time back. To find you there, to reminisce on our time, of days gone by.
And in my time of reminiscence, I find the shelter of, Love, peace and freedom, while all about me is in a turmoil. It replenishes my soul with the strength to carry on.
So on days like this. I like to sit and thank God. For his miracles. He has given me so many. But on this day, I thank him especially for: You and the time.
Love Always Bren.

I was tired of living in the dark. The sun on my skin leaves its mark.
I was tired of leading a double life so I said good bye to Sarana and went Home to my wife.

She took me back without hesitation and no verbal *******. Serana always temps me to the dark side.
I am sorry Serana I will have to let it slide.

The kids are doing well but they do not attend school why do they take me for a fool.

My wife Camila is walking backwards its a glitch in the game that annoys me ever after.

I can start a new game, I mean and leave Camila and the  Children maybe it will be the same.

I choose a new wife and kids.
Or maybe I'll wind up in the skids.

Naked; her statuesque form glistened in the moonlight. She was ebony, buxom, beautiful, and a prize specimen. She waited for her lover's arrival. After an eternity, she saw him through the corner of her eye. She watched his long, lithe frame move effortlessly as he approached. With trepidation he came closer. His body tensed, a dark silhouette against the fading light. She realized he was young and quite inexperienced. She would have to help him in his quest. This did not trouble her, as he seemed perfect for her desires. She moved closer staring into his fiery eyes. They touched. Electricity coursed thought jagged nerves. He was eager to please and this pleased her. He touched the sleek smoothness of her. She became brazen and wanton. She submitted completely to let him have his way with her. He groped with his maleness to reach his ultimate goal and most comfortable position.  She aided and abetted him to find his way to nirvana. She enveloped him to her extreme ****** escalation. She writhed in ecstasy. All too soon for both of them they reached the thrilling ****** of their passion. His love spent. He rolled over exhausted. She had bitten him lustfully during the *******. His eyes bulged. His heart pounded. The venom took effect. He shook violently and spastically. He then became quite stiff and still. With the warmth of new life dwelling with in her, the black widow spider devoured her mate.

There once was a lovely little gosling named Julia.
She went around gathering traits.
When she grew up she fell in love with Xponis, the powerful goose. He would lead a journey south.
No two geese are alike. So I pulled out my looking glass and took a look. It's true.
The geese did a thing called drafting. This does not mean they stop for a draught on the way south. It means flying slightly behind and to the flank to take advantage of the draft from the goose in front. It makes for easier flight.
Bang! It's over.
To prepare the goose, Margaret, the chef, takes over.