About this blog...

On this blog you will find the rambling thoughts and images a boy like me finds on the web. It is responses to my dilemma and experience. It's not rude or crude or stereotypical. Just me, just trying to be free, just learning to be myself...

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Be My Tree

Angel Oak, South Carolina
Your roots draw deep, 
beneath the ground. 
A solid trunk, 
with bark around. 
A heavy branch 
does hold in air, 
gentle stems, 
that spill with care;
the velvet fronds 
of gilded green, 
that curl 
and wave 
upon the scene. 
I sit below 
your gentle bough.
I tell you that 
I love you now. 
I hold you tight 
and close to me. 
So come back soon 
and be my tree.

Friday, July 30, 2010

The moon's reflect

The wind, it swam, 
upon the sea. 
It seemed to glide 
so happily. 
It shaped, on waves, 
a set of lips, 
the crested waves 
and sullen dips. 
I watched the sun 
as it did show, 
upon the surf 
with molten glow. 
The moon's reflect 
made eyes at me, 
it seemed to wink 
so randomly. 
The pulsing of 
a steady beat, 
did rise inside 
and cause me heat. 
The wind, the surf, 
the salt, the sea, 
oh why can't I 
just set you free?

Thursday, July 29, 2010

No More Gone

I turned, and looked and you were gone.
The linger of a finished song,
an echo in my empty head.
I wish you were here in my bed.

The side that's yours is so alone,
a Prince has left his empty throne.
The winter chill begins to creep
and finds me in my waking sleep.

I think of you and you alone.
I wish you back upon your throne.
So come back soon to rest your head,
as I await alone in bed.
I start to hear that finished song
and now you're back and no more gone.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Physical Bliss

There's such a thing as happiness, but no such thing as sin. 
There's such a thing as physical bliss, so cum and be with him. 

He is a sight so heavenly, his muscles to behold. 
He chases youth in body form, to hide that he is old. 
But beauty is the boy within, the telling of his soul. 
He thoughts, his love, his gentleness, 
a tale of love once told.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

That sweet red fruit

Behold the fruit 
that love does born, 
behold the love 
of life.
Behold the strawberry 
the rue of strife. 

My pretty painted, 
seeded berry, 
my pretty 
sweet delight. 
I thought that I 
would love 
you last, 
I thought 
that I 
just might.

How tender was 
its redden flesh? 
How tender 
was this love?
I thought that I 
might taste afresh, 
of heaven's scent 

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Why can't we all be friends?

If there was 
no dark,
there would be 
no light.

If there was 
no wrong,
there would be 
no right. 

If there were 
no enemies,
we would not 
know friends. 

If there was 
no love,
it would be 
the end.

I stand with pride

I stood in front, 
I did not hide. 
I took your hand, 
I stood beside. 
I shared your breath, 
I would have died. 
I stand, 
I wait, 
I can't decide. 
I think of you, 
God knows I tried. 
I watch, 
I wait, 
I stand with pride. 
Come back 
and cross 
this great divide. 
For all you want 
I shall provide, 
my love, 
my self, 
our love 
once tied.

News: Gay Coach sacked from private school.

A man from Christchurch, New Zealand, was sacked from a coaching job at a private Christchurch Christian school because he is gay.  The 28-year-old man told The Star newspaper he was employed at Middleton Grange School to coach one of the girls' netball teams in February.  However, he was later told by the principal that the school's Board of Trustees has decided his homosexuality was a problem and he could not continue in the position.  The newspaper reports today that the decision was made based on Christian beliefs that homosexuality is a sin.

The school was been ordered by the court to apologise to the 28-year-old and pay him compensation.  The school Board must also attend class on human rights.  In the end they even offered him his job back but he already has a coaching job at another Christian school.

Personally, I think the Board need to take sex eduction class as well because gay males are of little threat to girls, haha. Yet another reason for loving my country: discrimination of any kind based on sexual orientation is illegal, no ifs or buts about it.

Click on picture to read news article

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Devil

He sits beside, with false set grin.
The devil waits, with us, within. 
His numbered face a false facade.
His inner soul he can not hide. 
I see him now as I've seen before, 
he is the same, he is no more. 
Did he think to fool us once again? 
When memories began to mend? 
He starts again, he does not bend. 
The  devil wait for us, again.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Summer Dreaming

Dream of golden boys 
on foreign shores 
and all the things 
that you adore. 

Of summer sands
and ocean spray 
and the sweetness of 
the newborn day.

By request ~ Mitch Hewer

One of my YouTube friends requested these. If you like any images in my videos and would like a copy do let me know and I'll post them.  These are images of Mitch Hewer or Maxxie from Skins.  I just found them on Google images.

Check out the video I made of Mitch at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sd0_3sUtmGM (Click on the post title to go directly to this video).

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

What Sin

There are those whose eyes reveal their souls. 
Those whose eyes tell tales of old. 
The light shines through and warms your heart, 
a magic light that spears the dark. 
You feel yourself drawn in to him. 
Your awkward smile begins to grin. 
You feel the glow... 
from within, 
those eyes, that light, 
...what sin.

Leonardo DiCaprio

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Nonsense Song

See me,
See me now!
Touch me,
Touch me how? 
Feel me,
Feel my brow. 

See me,
See me bloom.
Come back,
Come back soon. 
Leave me,
Leave the room. 

When you 
sing to me. 
You will 
soon see, 

And I'll 
sing to you. 
No songs 
will be blue. 
All that 
will be true. 


See me,
See me now!
Touch me,
Touch me how? 
Feel me,
Feel my brow. 

See me,
See me bloom.
Come back,
Come back soon. 
Leave me,
Leave the room. 

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Do Not Feed the Trolls

Trolls exist, because they're pissed, 
for love there is no room. 
They salivate and masturbate, 
amidst their doom and gloom. 
They love to spread the bitterness, 
the bile they feel within. 
They criticise as they despise, 
themselves, it's they, it's them. 

They seethe with loneliness and fear, 
if others only knew. 
They pustulate with utter glee 
the misery that they grew. 
They hide behind a fake facade, 
in case their hates returned. 
For any love that they did feel, 
has only just been spurned.

But what they fear the most you see, 
is if you look at them. 
For it's them they hate, their souls do ache, 
they are rotten to the stem. 
So take away the fuel that fires, 
that keeps them on the game. 
Ignore their self-loathing, putrid hate, 
and let them bathe in shame.

iTroll (internet troll) ~ a troll is someone who posts inflammatory or off-topic messages in an online community with the primary intent of provoking other users into a desired emotional response. The motive is generally one of self-loathing, jealousy or a feeling of inferiority.

 To defeat a troll... just don't feed them. Denied a response the troll dies.

Happy Song

'nother day in happy land
another day for boys
another day in happy land
fill it up with joy
another day for happy times
bring out all the toys
another day for happiness
so seal seal it with a kiss

Saturday, July 17, 2010


I thought of you and thought to trust, 
you seemed so true, I thought I must. 
You turned on me and let it out, 
your lies are proven, there's no doubt. 

To my face you smile my friend, 
behind my back your words offend. 
You say to me you love my soul, 
you say to others all that's told. 

Now I think of you with doubt, 
the secrets shared you do let out. 
I wonder if you ever think, 
of the effect you have, my heart does sink.

To those you share of secrets told, 
think less of you, and do withhold. 
The trust that they might share with you, 
for they know better, for you to screw.

Thursday, July 15, 2010





Sunday, July 11, 2010


If I painted you a picture 
and told you of my life. 
Of all the things that make me 'me'
and things that cause me strife.
If I told you how I loved you 
and told you what I mean.
Then you would not feel how I love 
and it would be a dream.


     I am timeless, 
Tait Hughes Geijer
       not rhythm bound. 
     I ply my trade, 
       I do astound. 
     I don't belong 
       to any song. 
     I have no time 
       for any rhyme. 

     I fly quite free, 
       so heavenly. 
     I glide along, 
       but not for long. 
     You see me not,
       since time forgot. 
     My path trod well, 
       my words do spell.

     So let me be, 
       and set me free. 
         Enjoy my song, 
           I don't belong...

Saturday, July 10, 2010


This morning I woke

with puppy pokes
and launched
upon the floor.
Grabbed my gear
and whistled for dogs
as I sailed
right out the door.

A stifled yawn,
a sudden stretch,
I prepare for another day.
It's time to play,
it's Saturday,
get ready for the GAME!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Two sides to me

Can you see two sides to me?
Do you see my mask?
Can you see what I may be?
You only have to ask.

Buttoned down and scrubbed quite clean,
to school I proudly stride.
Come the dusk and starlit night,
my true self can not hide.

I am to some the perfect son,
a scholastic, sporty boy.
I am all that and more you see,
I like to have my joy.

So grade me not as what you see,
set your thoughts apart.
Then you'll see that side of me,
the essence of my heart.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


I sit and stare 
at the gold plated ear 
of the statue beside the lake. 
I wait and I hope 
if given enough rope 
my heart will cease to ache.
I wonder at night 
and try as I might 
to bring back the dawn of the day. 
Our love was so strong 
it's we who belong 
together, once more, I do pray. 
For you and I know 
our love does still grow 
it's taken a different path. 
Now we can rest 
and be at our best 
once more we have learned to laugh. 
So come be with me 
and set your heart free 
and never again shall we part.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Bi Bi Ash

You all know that I like Ash Stymest. 
Most of all I like his sense of humour. 
So I was delighted to find these pictures below:  


Okay the last picture is completely random, haha.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Love surfing

Trapped amid a sea of blue, my thoughts do fly, they think of you.
I think of how you used to laugh, your smiling eyes, my other half.
We came together and were as one, but then our love became undone.
We took for granted the love we held, our thoughts entwined, a lovers meld.
And then we suddenly flew apart, the pain of which did burst my heart.
But once again we've learned to laugh, you are my friend, let's never part.