I open my arms and allow the wind to lift me off my feet and fly me to worlds of love and worlds free of pain and worlds of healing and in that moment I am loved and accepted and passionate and alive and good enough and healed and whole
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Magic Moments
Someone New
Someone new
To light my fire
Someone new
To spark the flame
Someone new
To catch my eye
Someone new
To be a friend
To be a lover
To be a man
Someone new
Do you hear me?
Someone new
I call your name
Boredom
I’ll try and write my boredom away
For I am not seeing guns ‘n roses tonight
No rock concert for me no sirree
Just more of the same
More of these walls
And more of the
Wails
My life
Is passing me by
Bad Obsession
Forget my previous poem
No contact sucks
I want contact
And a heart that is loved
And new flesh fantasies
And new memories
And I want contact
Right here right now
With you
No Contact
A space to heal
Allows my heart
To bleed in private
My thoughts to roam unhindered
My flesh to fantasize from afar
My memory to remember
Why I sought no contact
In the first place
Picket Fence
Peace, Grace, Joy
Peace to flow over me
Peace to calm my storms
Peace to hold me tight
And peace to fill my poems
Grace to keep me warm
Grace to heal my pain
Grace to fill my need
Grace to shine through rain
Joy to bring a smile
Joy to honor me
Joy to hold my hand
And keep me company
Joy, grace and peace
Intertwined to deliver us
Into liberty
Hopeless
The thing with addiction is that
Without the boost to prop up
And the after effects
Stealing head space
Life is a daily grind
Boredom stares in the face
Resentment of a life
Without the thrill –
Hopeless
I
dead butterflies
how long will it take?
to become whole again.
for the pain to fade.
for a heart to heal.
how long will it take?
before all hoping ends.
that we could still be.
how long will it take?
for butterflies to die
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