“I want you in my bed” He said to me in sincerity The phone call came when I was in the middle of my shift As a dancer at the Lost Angel A bar near the lake of fire I had a made a pact with Lucifer In order to protect my family Other angels weren’t as aware as me Though I had to learn seduction to save them I was the best one at it, it pained God But I was God’s spy and very loyal But the pay of the job kept me employed Much longer than I had intended “You should be with one person” He spoke again, Stefan, he was the one The call came when I was on break I was sitting on a flaming couch Fire no longer burned me, my wings scorched Yet still beautiful and ready to take flight “My senses are weak, how will I find you?” I frantically used my smell, my sight weak He was close but I wasn’t certain With all my might, I left the Lost Angel I flew into the sky, ash falling from my wings When I got outside his house outside the Gates

Words can be so liberating Then again Words can be so heavy that it seems your heart and head are filled with lead labels The ties that bind A cocoon bursts forth into new light AS THE WORM BREAKS FREE ITS BONDS WORDS hold me down Who needs these names but What then would I call a butterfly

I use to be the type of man that avoided conflict Life has now put me in a spot where I must manage it But what do I do when my existence is the conflict? I think I will just go away, disappear, dissolve into me. I don’t want to go away to harm anyone’s feelings Life thinks I should put my feelings aside at the moment I think it is so that I may learn to be right about myself again If I just go away, I can make the decisions that just affect me. I’ve come to wish for solitude rather than being social Life thinks that meditation will pave a fruitful life for us Then I will reemerge when nature needs me most Dissolving into me will lead me to a fulfilled destiny

Now is about the time I fall back. I need a hit, a fix. To give up and subject myself to IT again. IT looks so good at a backwards glance. The memories seem so bright and right.  Our minds cling to the positive and run from the negative. But when you stop and acknowledge,  pay your respects to the bad, realization comes. For every high there is a low. Don't go back. The temporary rise is a façade, the pain after the inevitable fall is real.  That ending is the only "hit" that should count.

My body is a map. I am the cartographer. Desire, my language. Sometimes I get lost In the paths your fingers trace. You rework and redefine A canvas that was already used, marked, Every touch, brush and grip still glowing against my skin. Concepts being relative, and context being everything, I was a virgin. I had never been touched in the ways you touched, And I wanted to bend, stretch, bleed For you. I wanted to let you have me, take me. All this I told you with my eyes, bowed head, and bent knees. “Fuck me.” My body is a work of art created in dyad. The colors, sometimes vivid and aggressive And sometimes muted and soft, Are a mixture of us. You see, I too mark my own skin, flesh and bones. My body is a map. I am the cartographer. Desire, my language. I find myself In your touch.

I am a woman.. from Venus Although..I often find myself wanting a penis Why? Makeup, dresses and heels are what I love about being a girl But, sometimes, I feel I'm in a different world I could just be a guy and hang out with the rest Without watching their eyes wander over my breast In a board meeting, I could have a say And maybe even a higher pay After sex, I could go to sleep Satisfied that I just came....balls deep Truth is, I just want to rock and roll With my ambiguous soul Why can't people see? We are all really AC/DC Be proud of who you are Even when you find yourself at war To thine on self be truest But sometimes I just wish I was Louis

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One more second could be too much. One less second could be not enough. I’ve reached the mountain top only to find that there is still more climb. Perseverance will be my manifest of what’s to come. The last few seconds of the race are upon me. I reach my hands up and call to Papa for deliverance. Guiding me to the top with effortless ease. He will show me the way and give me the strength. The strength I never knew I possessed. Finally passing the ribbon with my chest. I’ve made it. No thanks to anyone but Papa. Or at least that’s what I’m told….

I want to be a runaway Free, floating, thinking Seeing life for what it is Simple, complex, tedious Breaking from all of the Conflict and imprisonment Hoping to be a runaway Now, tomorrow, forever Knowing that time is fleeting Life, death, purgatory A runaway is none of the above An outsider, rebel, lover He defies the odds of the time Free, floating, thinking

It’s Thanksgiving all the time! We are so glad that you can join Come into our house, our love Father is cooking dinner Mother is telling stories Sister and brother are there too All supporting each other all the time Pick whatever role you like We just want you…to be you Because you are always welcome To our house, our love, our family No matter who you are or who you love

20 pages filled with characters who won't judge me for being anything but me  In those pages lie my best friends in the entire world  These same pages will always be there when I need them  Those pages hold my deepest darkest secrets  The same pages I cried into a million times  Those pages that hold men and women I admire and will forever look up too  The same pages that make me happy above anything else  People laugh and make fun of these pages  But at the end of the day, these pages bring me too much joy in my life

S ensing that I am okay E xpecting that everything is just as it should be R especting my rights to have and express my feelings E njoying the tranquility in my life N ever giving up on myself I ntuitively knowing that I am who I strive to become T eaching others through my experience and my truth Y earning for the best of myself always

“What about us?” I said as I was leaving I’ve spent all this time right by your side And this is how you repay me? This? Yes, I’m pissed. Yes, I’m fucking pissed. I’m not going to keep saying I’m sorry Not to a piece of shit like you, no way! You. You. “You” is all I hear out of you And the thought that I gave so much time… The thought that I built a life around you… What about us? Huh? What about us? Lying, cheating, stealing, hating, fighting, Hugging, kissing, sighing, loving, fucking… Ahhh! I hate you! I hate you! I love you! Was I always in this alone? When did you leave ? Where did your heart go? Mine was here. I’m so embarrassed. I’m so confused. I am… Who I am? Who am I… without you?   I’m lost My life gone down the drain. A black hole. A black hole created by an asshole. That’s you. Yep. The asshole. I don’t know what to say now. I could stand here in silence. Should I? Hell no. Well, I’ll   just stand here and think. Thin

  From the Author: Late June 1980 while at the foothills of Mount Rainer National Park on one of my many nature walks. Re written in 1986 as part of a English literature attempt at old English-sonnet style. Gained superior praise from a creative writing students critique group. Published in January 2004 as part of the “International Society of Poets” best poems selection entitled Colors of Life.  Amidst majestic mountains of morn, lay meandering trails covered in dew. Skies dawning bright amber forelorn, winds whisping evergreens moments through. Maturity experiencing time go by, foundling wildlife yet to rear. Waiting till precious eagles fly, sensing approaching winter season near. Gentle calming tides ebbing flow, revealing seas natural watery scene. Great rivers winding far below, among deepest valley’s so serene. Prideful humankind boasts to kill, against poor natures helpless will.

You don't have the ability to hurt me anymore I'm not gonna lie and say That its not because you've done so much damage already But its also because my heart has grown Since despite everything that's happened I cannot imagine being apart from you Or never loving you again The hurtful things you do Wound my heart because now I see That's its not me you're doing this to Its you And knowing that you are in pain Is really the only thing that makes me cry Anymore.

What is it there for?? To let you know when you've had enough. Karma's sick way of keeping the cycle going. Maybe even just a design flaw in human nature.  Above all, one day.....the pain will be useful to you.

Some people don't realize that the "shade" they are presenting is more a reflection of their own insecurities, rather than an insult to the one standing under the tree!!! Most leaves fall in the autumn ... No shade is left!! And some of these “shade” people will see this or hear this Then they like it and share it; but never realize that the tree they’re hiding under is about to fall. And when that happens, I'll be doing just fine in my own sunlight.

Right now you are hanging off a cliff. Now, it’s not completely your fault that you are dangling here right now. I understand that you were pushed to this cliff and now you are hanging here in fear, in pain, in guilt, in hate, but I’ve got your hand, and in order for me to help you up, you have to let go of that burden that you are holding onto. Why do you choose to hold on to it? You know what I’m talking about. Right now you are holding onto something that you could right now let go of. What good is it doing you to hold on to that…Fear? Pain? Guilt? Hate? Just let it go. That’s the only way I can pull you back up onto steady ground. Don’t look down or you will only be reminded of where you have been and get lost in your struggle and not the triumph if you look upward towards me.   I must admit that the weight that is dangling from your legs is making it hard for me to maintain my grip. So, look up at me, reach down unshackle your burden and let it fall into the abyss of the

It was the perfect day for a wedding. It was a cool 65 degrees without the sight of clouds for miles. The grooms family were all on one side and the brides adjacent. The flowers were perfectly set in the best places. The aisle was lined in teal silk. The stage had lattice vined with the prettiest flowers anyone could ever hope for. I don't know how she pulled it off, but there was even the slight fragrance of lilac in the air as if it was being blown over by an invisible fan. The groom, oh how he was magnificent. Straight laced and freshly trimmed, he was towering over the audience like he was ready to take on the world. His groomsmen all in line behind him as if perfectly supporting his radiant aura. You couldn't tell that he was nervous, but I could tell the secret that slowly ate away at his heart. The music began, and the procession followed. Each bridesmaid slowly entered the scene, gracefully climbing on to the stage as if they practiced this march a thousand time. You co

From rural small town setting in much need of greater opportunity, transitioned toward the promise of change ,the urban metropolis of the Bayou City. Embarrassingly reserved, shyly awkward, unable to venture outside the social comfort zone, yet secretly yearning to express hidden creative energies, though   painfully alone. As an effort to gain more awareness of the “ gay “sub-cultured social community insight, accepted an invitation from an acquaintance to a holiday soiree in the Heights. Entertainment were a diverse group of sixteen men, the Montrose Singers, whose 1988   arrangements were holiday favorites, Broadway tunes, minstrels, a few impromptu zingers. Variety of   venues were; Briar Patch, Ovations, bar socials, Omega House Songfest to name a few, also interacted during Pride 1989 Team Houston rally- “ Vancouver Gay Games III or Bust   “ venue. Experienced barbershop sounds of Romanovsky & Phillips, The Fabulous Flirtations ,

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The pain of men is nothing to me, You’ll find no pity in my two emerald eyes. I do not care if sheep wave flags and Hunt dark skinned bastards of evolution down. We’ll stay home on our tall gold thrones. When the sheep return they’ll be dragging camels With foreign riches and plundered goods Piled high, strapped tightly to their breaking backs. All I want is life in luxury, Don’t show me the bill, I care not for the cost. I’ll sleep on beds of uncut diamonds, Sedated by the sweetness of rose-red wine. 

"Sometimes I feel lost; my identity is malleable and often reflects my surroundings. Writing helps keep me centered and self-aware." Dylan is an amazing person  to know and the Louisiana Words welcomes this creative talent to the family!

I used to know every sound you made in your sleep, so tell me who's this stranger next to me?? Not a word spoken in days. Such a routine. One kiss good morning and two kisses goodnight. Farthest moments I've ever had to endure. It's the last remaining vindication that we even know each other exist. The thought I thought a thousand times never seems to reach your mind. One brief foot brush makes my heart skip a beat. Is this what we've come too?? Yearning for elementary indications of love?? Well it's time for the bell to ring at the end of the school day. I'm ready to rush back to the familiar. I can't take one more night. Lets make sure we fight for all that we lead with. Cause one more day may be one day too far.

     Of all the days, and all the places, even all the people, you found me. Sitting in the corner. Quietly reading news articles of things I never really understand. You sought me out like a cat hunting the mouse. Easy prey, or at least you thought. Little did I know, I would be your saving grace. I was like the only thing in the world you didn't know you needed. Too bad my skin was too tough for you. What have I become?? I've become just like the rest of them. Jaded and torn and emotionally constipated. And you're trailing behind, slowly but surely. Like evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. The cycle will always repeat. But for what?? At what cost?? How can I tell the world I want matrimony when I can't even survive a first date?? Mind, heart, and soul blindly closed to the happiness we both needed. I can't help to save the world when it's me who needs the saving.

As I sit among refreshing breezes, absorbed in peaceful solitude near. Sounds of humankind dissonant, yet free, amidst varying hues of greenery appear. Lively leaf works, brilliant contrasting bloom, surrounded by life sustaining nourishment. Of water and earth, at times beneath an eerie moon, as though created a lasting monument. Sunlit shadows cast disproportionately identical replicas, of majestic natural beauty shone bright. Cultivated by gifted human hands, assuming variations through seasons height. Releasing positive endorphins upon command, thus personalities seemingly improve as warmth of love is at hand

“This is it,” James sat his keys on the small table by the front door of what used to be their home, but it wasn’t anymore. “So, you’re really going to leave me?” Andy stood in the kitchen door, there was a large space between them. “We can’t work this out?” “It seems you wanted to work out our relationship with everyone else, but me,” James stood with one hand in his pocket and the other one holding the doorknob ready to leave. “I’ve been mis-texted enough to know this. Of course, there are the several times I used your computer.” “What kind of trust is that where you have to snoop?” Andy was looking for any opening to justify his behavior and twist the situation back on James, as always. “Please. You don’t even have enough respect for me to clear your web history,” James peered through Andy. He was fed up. “You got very sloppy with your cheating. I mean, do you know how many times your phone called me by accident, and I heard more than one voice."

I could love so fiercely. With every fiber of my being. To the moon and back. My last breath could be just for him. I could form to his body. Become one unit: a perfect, flowing machine. I could be a better man. Just to show I care. I would memorize the lines on his hands like I was reading his future. Run my hand through his hair to calm him down during a storm. I would watch all of the movies that I hate just to know why he loves them. I'd get a puppy if he wanted even though they make me nervous. I would forgive him for leaving the toothpaste cap undone. I'd clean his facial hair out of the sink. I'd massage his back after a hard days work. I'd even endure his random farting that he would think is so funny. I'd fall even if I'm not sure he's ready to catch me. I'd kiss him goodnight and not ever take him for granted. After a fight, I'd come out with a white flag.  All the things I would do could never compare. I would be a lover, a friend, a guide