| 21 - Still Male - Still Confused yet Overjoyed |


NovemberHanging on like a white oak. My ruby-red cheeks puff out white smoke. The cold leaves little left to hope; Swallowed by a down-filled coat.November
Crystalline frost stings bicycle seats. Wind whips through me and snaps at my feet. Rarely have my dreams seemed so complete, Whereas my life lies limp and obsolete.
Words wound me but it is not the end, When light lingers in each and every good friend. This heart sings out and around each bend, Looking for soul to sleep on and to tend.
Home is two thousand steps too far, Where the sky aligns perfectly with


Where Do You End?Tender, warm skin creeping out of fingerless gloves Trading our cold hands for unconditional love. You don't have to comment; I know what it is like. It never feels good as long as it feels like a fight. Oh, but where do we fit in?Where Do You End?
Slender, torn silence you should not know of It is sending down streamers from heaven above. You don't have to admit; I also live the hard life. Don't let go; I want to you hold you so tight. I can't tell; where do you begin?
Tell me, How does this story end? Are we, Perpetually only going to be friends. I can spend en


Love Down To LettersI see big teeth on my bloody neck, Rendering me into pieces Until I am nothing but a concept.Love Down To Letters
Red marker, home-made warnings, Flashing neon above my head All through my various mournings.
Yet I still have my love down to letters. A collage of ink-stained sentiments Sure to ruffle the smallest of your feathers.
I am sure you'll say you have felt better; A cloak of tears keeps you cool. &


I Will Exhale the TruthI am lying in my waste, Just waiting, For something to take hold of me. Its only now that I see, The horizon has come, To take me away.I Will Exhale the Truth
The rain cannot puncture, The length of my dreams. Cold weather, Is just a reminder, That everything comes and goes. Only the Earth remains.
When my heart grows roots, In my own chest, I will exhale the truth. And lay down what is left, Caught in a web, But still flapping my wings.
The sun may not sing, A song of glory each day. But I have found a way, To tak
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~Of Wolf and Man by Metallica
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Well...I may be biased. You are pretty fantastic
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...Plus I Have A Puppy And That Keeps Me Happy.
DaaBree/Jeff
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...Plus I Have A Puppy And That Keeps Me Happy.
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Art is Life.
Ethereal is Food.
As a noun rather than adjective.
I am just being poetic.
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...Plus I Have A Puppy And That Keeps Me Happy.
DaaBree/Jeff
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Art is Life.
Ethereal is Food.
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...Plus I Have A Puppy And That Keeps Me Happy.
DaaBree/Jeff
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Writing teaches us our mysteries. ~ Marie De L'Incarnation
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...Plus I Have A Puppy And That Keeps Me Happy.
DaaBree/Jeff
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