The End of the World

There are those who try to bring you down, 

safe beside, as they sit on the ground. 

They hate to see you float carefree, 

the love you share they destroy with glee. 

As you rise above and seem so light, 

it gives their souls an enormous fright,

for what if you, not they, are right,

their world of hate 

would end this night.

Singing with Frogs

I say what. What?

What. What?

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What. Whaddya say?

I say what are you saying?

What do you say?

I say what. What?

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No, what do you say?

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No, what are you saying?

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What? 

To Surf

Dedicated to Leif

A simple love, 

the sky above, 

a board 

beneath 

my feet. 

I spend 

the day, 

all at sea, 

the salt 

that burns 

my cheeks. 

The steady throb, 

an endless tide, 

my hopes 

and dreams 

do soar. 

The sea, 

the sun, 

the salt, 

the surf... 

just me 

and 

the board.

A simple love..

I am still yet,

a simple boy. 

A simple view,

and simple joys. 

I put away 
all childish toys. 

My life is one,

just to enjoy. 

And then I found ,

my first born love. 

My empty soul,

it rose above. 

And in that time,

I did find 

a very... simple... love. 

If I could be...

If I could be 

so carefree 

as to live 

without 

my fear. 

Then I would be,

wandering free?

The Kodiak 

Grizzly 

Bear. 

His mighty frame

is held 

in awe. 

His golden coat..

his challenged

roar. 

If I could be 

anyone 

but me. 

Would 

anybody 

care?

Bouncing

Bouncing up.

Bouncing down.

Bouncing wild.

Bouncing round.

Look at me 

the bouncing boy.

Happy, lucky, 

bouncing joy.

All the time 

I've been so still.

Should have been 

bouncing 'til..

all the world 

was bouncing free. 

Bouncing round,

bouncing me.

There was a boy

There was a boy
no one adored,
we only chanced
to see him more.
His golden hair
did softly shine,
his sparkling eyes
did spark, divine.
His lips did move
without a sound,
his smile downcast
as he looked around.
He looked about,
a distant gaze,
he wasn't really here,
a haze.
You saw the shell,
his arms afold.
An inner secret,
never told.
This boy was brighter
than the sun,
his hopes,
his dreams,
his love undone.
Trapped within
a cloistered cell,
his family life
a living hell.
He only hoped
to one day leave,
he didn't speak,
he barely breathed.

Judge me not

IF I was gay, would I be queer? 
My rough and tumble disappear?
Would I then have to act this way?
So soft and silken smooth, to sway?

I fear that type is just not me, 
I am a boy and tough you see. 
I do not act in any way,
I play my sport and I do play 
at being me 
and nothing else.
So judge me not, 

or judge 

yourself.

The only thing...

The only thing that lets you know you are alive..., is pain

The only thing that makes life worth living..., is love

The only thing that lets you recover from lost love..., is hope

The only thing that mellows a broken heart..., is time

The only thing that carries us forward..., are friends

I love you my friend

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.