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Can't Say That I want to write But I can't say this And I can't say that Better not say this Shouldn't say that You see Can't Say That And all the other Well the day is long The night is longer The sky is gray My heart is darker You see Can't say that.
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Which A back to back sleepless night. A love quarrel about love, without love. Which. So we turn our backs. Pretend not to feel the heat. Would you get up and leave. Which. I'm really mad cause you smiled the whole time. Silly, you said. I'm being silly. Which. You wouldn't be cornered by a word. Words are traps set to enslave. Which. Then what is f**king? But a trap. But I like that part and I like the figh
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The Greatest Sadness The greatest sadness A heart can bear Is you You Love you give And love you take You The greatest thrill A heart can hear Is you You Yearning for you Learning from you Pain from you The greatest mistake A heart can fear Is you You Turn Look See Me
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A collection of ten short poems. 2010 Gay Authors Reader's Choice Awards Best Poem Co-Winner For The Greatest Sadness
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We all know Agaith did it!
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Happy Birthday! Linxe!
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CREEPER Chapter Seven: Let Me Handle This Spin. And let go. Fall. And rise up. Flee. And care not. Love. And change. ~*~ Face down in the sand and gasping for breath, Landry couldn’t think. He had swallowed too much salt water he knew, diving over and over until his own survival was is question. He was going to throw up. And he did. Not having the strength left to lift his own head, the bilge water gorged out of his mouth and nose. Choking him again, a reminder of his s
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CREEPER Chapter Six: Land and Sea Stealing moments. Time in hand. Gone from care. One for another. Given and taken and pressed dear. ~*~ “I need to see to Charger’s needs first, but yes you should know how to swim.” Landry wanted his own needs met. What? He had never thought about Isaac this way before. He only felt sadness for the lad. Now, he felt like a cat watching a bird he couldn’t reach but wanted bad. How else was he suppose to feel when desire parades
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CREEPER Chapter Five: Desire Harbor you encompass me and in turn we share a purpose. Haven. Desire. Revelation from just one look? Landry was not sure what exactly to look at in this moment. Red hair. Well, how can one call this just red hair? Because it was molten gold, heated by the sun to flame. Even wet it burned lustrous, gleaming. It hung in gentle, heavy curls from his crown in a garland of tangles that must have taken hours to arrange… for such ingenious, flawle
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Does my shadow love your shadow? CREEPER Chapter Four: Fait Accompli New birth Spring, Full bellied Summer, Contented soul Fall, and Hard penetrating Winter. An instant for a lifetime. An instant moving forever. ~*~ Charger was running full out. Landry did not have to spur the huge beast. Man and horse both were full of pride. Bred for speed and endurance this horse was the epitome of perfection. And yet he was not gaining on Daisy. How not? Daisy was the m
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CREEPER Chapter Three: The Merry Chase The Future is found in the Past. The Past is found in the Future. The Present, a Gift to savor this day. ~*~ Lady Garnette entered her chambers waving her arms, pointing her fingers, whistling, singing, humming and chanting. Quite the bizarre spectacle. To one not in the know. But to a seasoned practitioner it was a bravura performance of unparallel virtuosity. Over two hundred spells guarding her person and chambers were reviewed, upd
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CREEPER Chapter Two: The Fruits of Prophecy The Land of Prophecy lay in a Sea of Mystery upon a World of Possibility called Temple. ~*~ Creeper did not look up, he knew who had entered the room. It was his mistress. Lady Garnette. This moment was not real. This was pain that hurt. There was no comfort in the pain, no release from the sorrow. The Watcher was alert. The Schemer planned. The Warrior stood guard. The Others stood ready. All of Creeper’s reflections were pre
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CREEPER A Foretold Event CREEPER was a bug. His job was to watch the watchers who watched. Yes it gets complicated. He had been at this job all his life it seemed because he had. And he was proud of the fact that he had saved the Prince at least three times. Of course no one knew this except him and one other. Creeper was a very clever bug, he had talents. And he came by them unnaturally, he was half demon. He was the offspring of his mistress and a cull, or at least she thought that a
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All These Years Chapter One: A Memory He was beneath my notice. Too young. Too cocky. Too beautiful. A golden boy. Everything came to him. Everything turned to gold. His touch was all it took. Too easy. So happy. So confident. So smug. Cock crazy and pussy stupid. A deadly combo. Why did he choose to challenge me? Why did he smile at me? Why did he start something. Maybe because I let him. Then the most wonderful thing happened. We fell in love. Then the worst p
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Love returned. Love rejected. Ecstasy and obsession.
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Morning Walk Chapter One: Ritual What is life without your love? The view out my window is just as beautiful. You just don’t see it. Coffee in the morning. You don’t smell it. I grab my coat. But yours is gone. The wind still plays with me as I walk, caressing and tossing my hair. You don’t bump shoulders with me. The big trees bring smiles to my face. I swear you peed on more trees then the dogs. My dogs gambol back and forth. They miss you too. The morning fog has wrought a d
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You never know what is on someone's mind. Nominated for Best Poem 2009 Gay Authors Readers' Choice Awards. Republished 9/29/13
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At This Moment Chapter One: A Game For Two In that moment I knew. A guy just doesn’t do this as a joke. Ed was in a crouch dribbling the ball with his back to me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. He just kept backing toward me. Well, I wasn’t going to let him back me up all the way to the net, I stood my ground. And that’s when it happened, Ed backed up to me, pressing his ass into my groin. All the time still dribbling. And we stood still. Time stood still. I think my heart
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Love is a game for two. That is why most games are more fun with more than two players.
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/blue.dance.three.jpg Chapter Eighteen: Redemption Willie grabbed the keys to the Hummer H3 from the key safe in the garage. He got in and punched the remote to open the garage door and looked in the rearview mirror to see Beauregard and Bonaparte sitting in the drive blocking his exit. Oh well, he could use some moral support. He got out and opened the hatch and in jumped the two hounds like synchronized dancers. He left the rear hatch window u
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