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...

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Kite

You are the wind, 
that makes me fly.
I am the kite 
that flies on high.
You are the blue 
of the evening sky.
You spin my world 
a funny guy.
 
When I'm alone 
I want to cry. 
I think of you 
as time goes by. 
Somehow I hope 
my love will tie, 
you here, 
my heart,
until 
I die.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

I love your pants



I like your hair, 
it looks a mess,
I don't really care, 
I must confess.

I like your shoes, 
they look so street, 
I would not choose, 
it's kinda neat.

Most of all, 
I love your pants. 
I'd whip them away, 
given half a chance.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Be Me

I love you and miss you dude,   :D
Who else would I be? 
Who else could I be? 
Who else should I be? 
I should be me.

What else would be me?
What else could be me?
What else should be me?
I should be free.

How else would I be free?
How else could I be free?
How else should I be free?

If I be me, 

... then I am free.






Be proud, be free, be me

Thursday, August 12, 2010

River Viiperi ~ near nude pictures, haha


















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Monday, August 9, 2010

When I Was Young

When I was young I used to stand, 
beside a man and hold his hand. 
I used to feel so safe you see. 
With him beside, my heart set free. 
But slowly, as I, did start, to grow, 
the man, I did, then get, to know. 
A shallow man with no esteem, 
no pity in his eyes that gleamed. 
A vicious man who loved to beat, 
he lived his life, drunk in retreat. 
I dropped his hand and edged away. 
I knew that I could never stay. 
I left him stand upon his own, 
as I did venture out alone. 
I found my way to this new nest, 
a mortal wound inside my breast. 
I found new hands all warm with love, 
and decided time to rise above. 
I now live life as best I can, 
to grow into a better man.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Sweaty balls

Play with me, 
I'll play with you. 
Come on now, 
time to shoot. 
Grabs your balls, 
swings your stick. 
Play with me, 
don't be a prick. 
Let's have fun, 
*grabs your buns*, 
3 point shot, 
I got the lot.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

DESTINY!

You are my hope
you are my dreams
You are my fate, 
or so it seems. 
I love you so, 
I hope you know;
you are my destiny.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

How are you?

I am as snow 
upon a scene.
A whitened robe, 
in your dream. 
I am as waves 
upon the sea.
A beating froth 
of ecstasy. 
I am as clouds 
upon the sky.
A gentle breeze,
as I do fly. 
I am as always 
so carefree. 

I gently float. 

I am just me.


I'm fine thanks... 
 ... how are you?

Monday, August 2, 2010

Colours of the Rainbow


If I was a colour 
which would I be? 
I kinda like green 
but it just isn't me. 
Red is too angry 
and yellow quite sick, 
if I try pink 
I look like a dick. 
No way I'd be brown, 
I once thought of black, 
if I just went as white 
you'd not ask me back. 
Orange is awesome 
and silver quite bright. 
I think I'll try golden 
and shine in the light.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Another Closed Channel

Shut up.
Shut down.
Shut your face.
Turn around.
Go away.
Had to go.
Were you real?
We'll never know.

Why do they 
just disappear? 
They come in close, 
then reappear. 
It is a game, 
it's my despair. 
So go away. 
Do I care?