Monday, April 20, 2015


With whom can I share?
Without judgement and persecution being there.
With whom can I live?
Open and honest, boldly and true.
Tell me, who will accept me for me...
and not a another version of you.
You, them, and all of those who use "we".
For as far as I can look back,
In this world,
There's no other like me.

who can understand the ineffable?
Or the plethora of thoughts that I contain.
Who can share in the weeping of my soul...
or in the solace of my inner pain.
Who even cares if I hurt... cry?
As far as "they" are concerned,
I only have myself to blame.
For being me... or even the acceptable "I".

Silhouetted memories of a time long lost.
Remembering those whom promised to forever love me...
Realizing it's from those that I was first tossed.
Easily replaced.
Often misconstrued,
randomly taken for granted,
and most certainly to be used.
Then, to be disregarded... or possibly considered upgraded from...
the naive,
easily manipulated,
a stepping stone.
Or how do "they" put it, "dumb".

The world provided
a truer friend, better father, husband,
and a more faithful son.
But yet, kept me as an example
of how life should not be done.
As a recluse, an poor excuse of each and every one.


Friday, April 10, 2015

Being Treated Like A King

Greeted at the door
filled with amor
Kissed on the lips, embraced,
and told that you were missed.

Guided to a seat,
shoes removed from your feet.
Breakfast already made, hot,
and ready for you to eat.

Enjoying the food you consume,
with perfect timing, she leaves the room...
goes and prepares your shower.
When you enter the bathroom, she undresses you
then waits for you in the bedroom... or so you thought.
Upon finishing your shower...
Slippers on the floor,
towel in her hands,
she dries you off.

Hand in hand, at the end of the bed you both kneel.
You look to your left,
her eyes are closed and her head is bowed.
You smile to yourself and then begin to pray aloud.
Which ends in "Amen and Amen".

Laying on your back, she begins to kiss you on your neck...
then on your lips, then to your chest, then down pass your belly,
she takes your manhood in her hand and kisses the tip.
Then before you know it, she engulfs the rest.
Slowly and rhythmically, gently but strong,
continuously in a loving motion until your explosive release.
Mind you, because of her technique, doesn't take very long.

With extreme love in her eyes, she tells you,
"I love you" and asks "is there anything else that you need?"
Shaking your head no, she says "my love get some sleep".
Which you do... feeling fully relieved.
After thoroughly being treated like a king.



D', I hope that all is well and that God is holding you close.
That your prayers are being answered and that you are living life to the most.
I pray that your son, my grandson, is all that you dreamed him to be,
a reflection of you, like I wanted you to be a reflection of me.
A better version.