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.

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?

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.

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.

That sweet red fruit

Behold the fruit 

that love does born, 

behold the love 

of life.

Behold the strawberry 

appetise, 

behold 

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 

above.

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

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.

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.