Song I recently wrote...

As Long AS you mean this....



Bout' a year ago I moved myself away from things,
up on a hill where I can think, daydream and meditate.
Spring brings leaves, flowers and butterflies.
Being alone I rationalize, but truth be known I am terrified.
Do I dare let anyone get close again? Even just as friends.
That's always my thoughts while on the porch,
hanging clothes, cleaning house or a walk alone.
The day we met was a shock, scary too and not so real....

(CHORUS)


My heart and soul can't be hurt again,
so I am telling you as this begins,
I need to believe in you, I need to believe in this.
You can take me in yours arms tonight,
Please don't let go, and hold me tight.
I could stay here forever, lost in your love.
One condition will allow myself to give into this.
Down in the depths of you, you have to mean this.


I fight myself everyday, I build the walls and walk away.
You seem so kind and genuine. Do I open my heart,
or let me soul stay blind? Your love must be strong.
Strong enough to pull me free. Free from all my misery.
Hurt by others an myself. Placed my love deep, back on a shelf.
It feels so right, but who can be sure?
Are you my one? The only one I will ever need?
Fear tells me to hide away. My soul says it is OK,
go ahead, give your love away.

(CHORUS)


Life is so amazing right now.
Up on this hill where I hid away.
Somehow your love found me here.
I hid at first, you brought be out.
Held my hand, held my heart,
Pieces of me fear this will end,
and we will slowly drift apart.
I have to allow myself to feel your love....


(CHORUS)

Latest Poem...

The Human Need....


The emptiness in my heart rings loud in echoes.
Silence has occupied every single crevice for years.
Timeless desire to fill the emptiness broadens the gaps.
If not for observing it, I would believe love to be a myth.

Just to have someone occupy my heart would be bliss.
I want to lie side by side on a blanket under a star filled sky.
To know it means something without being told in words.
Reaching over, you take my hand, and my soul begins to warm.

The frost that survived their for years begins to melt away.
Slowly, you turn your head and look deep into my eyes,
and without being told, or hearing a word, I know it means something.
The kindness, warmth and love that is exchanged is electric.

A small squeeze from your hand lets me know love has found me.
My heart begins to feel things it has never known even existed.
No words are spoken and they are not needed, it is just understood.
I never want this to moment to end. If only time could briefly stand still.

I roll over on my side in the attempt to get even closer, and then it happens.
My eyes open, and I come out of what seems like a very dense fog.
Yes, I am on a blanket under a star filled sky, but alone on this blanket am I.
I feel a single tear roll down my cheek. I pull the blanket over me, just me, and cry.

Gay Short Stories

Those you visit my blog know I like to point people in the direction of different and interesting things. I know you are all sick of my poetry, so I am introducing you to some gay short stories.

More than a hundred and thirty short stories, most with a gay theme, set in historical, modern, future times. Also fantasy and humour. Gay detective stories and longer works. Young adult adventure stories.

Click on the post title and go take a look, read a little, and have some fun.

I am writing alot these days...

Building a Journey


Is our time on earth a journey or simply an existence?
It seems as if some work hard, so very, very hard,
to launch a journey, but end up only with an existence.
These are the people you see sitting on front porches.
Imprisoned in the projects praying for something better.

The woman so full of fight and determination to provide for them.
To provide the things for her family that were her youthful dreams.
Short of selling her soul, she would do anything to give a journey.
Embark her children with pride, self assurance and determination.
Letting then escape the walls and set out to become her hero's.

She rules with a strong hand, but hides her heavy heart.
At night when sleeps comes she is giving her children wings.
The wings of angles, the wings of strength, the wings of deliverance.
The freedom to begin their peronsal journey for fulfillment.
Fulfillment does not always mean success, it means happiness.

One of life's tough lessons is that success doesn not equal happiness.
The best part of the journey is when you finally find that place,
the place where no matter what is is your are doing, you grin ear to ear.
Your heart is filled to capacity with pure joy. The journey your mama started.
She had the insight and strength to life you up, and now you must thank her.


Thank her in a way that can still set her on her journey. She still thinks of it.
She did not lose her dreams of journeys and adventures giving life to yours.
If anything they become stronger, clearer and more of a part of her she must do.
There is no look upon a persons face that is better than a face full of undiluted joy.
If you can ever be the reason for placing that smile on a face, then you started a journey.

World Food Program

After watching Drew Barrymore on the Oprah show on Monday, I knew I wanted to learn more about the World Food Program. It is amazing in a world today where so many have so much, that so many children go hungry day after day after day. I personally believe it is the adage, out of site out of mind. Here is more information and I will add a permanent link on the side bar elements.




Introduction

FREEING THE WORLD OF HUNGERAmong the Millennium Development Goals which the United Nations has set for the 21st century, halving the proportion of hungry people in the world is top of the list. Click through this section to learn more about hunger and how WFP food aid, which reached 87.8 million people in 78 countries in 2006, is leading the fight against the number one risk to global health.For a quick overview of WFP's mission, watch our corporate video



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What is Hunger: more than an empty stomach for 800 million people

What causes Hunger: with food in abundance, why does hunger exist

Who are the Hungry: mapping the geography and profile of hunger

How WFP fights Hunger: getting food fast to hunger hotspots

How WFP works to stop Hunger: food aid breaks the poverty cycle

Change of Domain Name

I decided to change my domain name from gaysiwithopinions@blogspot.com because I do not think I was really ever talking about opinions, but rather I was talking more about the many sides there are to gay people. There are the artists, singers, actors, athletes, politicians, outspoken, closeted, out and many more.
I have enjoyed bringing out a wide variety of things on my blog. I enjoy learning about a new artist every week and showing some of their work. I have fun researching famous gay quotes and showing them on my side. I myself am a HUGE sports freak so I will look more into placing as much information as I can on gay athletics. I also want to make people laugh when I can. All of these things add up to my blog domain change.

Thanks
Carl

Newest Poem

Time for Love

Ambiguous words that try to define us.
Why must we be so precise in who we are?
We are not objects, isolated in a singular being.
Diverse and ever changing are many mortals.


However, be not confused when meeting a rooted individual.
They exist and are so steadfast in ways and beliefs.
Some are just creatures of routine and habit.
Others are firmly, deeply anchored in hate.

I doubt there is credence in anyone always being happy.
Believe for sure that there are those who try with compassion.
Try to live abounding with joy regardless of any situation.
If a life occurrence painful in nature comes, they do not budge.


I often question why God would create souls so unalike?
With what purpose was this hard felt contempt created by he?
Still today it infects societies worldwide, and with what pretense?
I can not believe religion that answers, it is man who breeds hate.

People in places who from birth have only known war.
Differences hasten choices to rid those unlike themselves.
Religion, color, land, politics, power, they all breed hate.
From that hate rises the desire to rid our world of the different.


Does not all that is written say that God is all powerful?
Omnipotent, supreme, mighty, divine are these not all he?
What reason could he have? Is God above reasoning?
With the wave of a hand all eyes and souls could be free.

Free of hate and full of the welcoming of diversity and love.
To have their hearts overflow and feel regret for what transpired.
All the years of hate, racism, prejudice, war, all eradicated forever.
What purpose would God have for keeping love hidden away?


Some say this is where faith has its purpose in the world.
Faith in what? That one day, after years of turmoil, love will abound?
Shame on God. Shame on God for not letting the world know it now.
In Gods name, please tell me what purpose we gain in waiting?

New Showcased Artist, the famous Robert Mapplethorp

Robert Mapplethorpe (1946- 1989)


Born November 4, 1946, in Floral Park, New York. He left home in 1962 and enrolled at the Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, in 1963, where he studied painting and sculpture and received his B.F.A.Mapplethorpe had his first substantial shows in 1977, both in New York: an exhibition of photographs of flowers at the Holly Solomon Gallery and one of male nudes and sadomasochistic imagery at the Kitchen. Mapplethorpe’s diverse work—homoerotic images, floral still lifes, pictures of children, commissioned portraits, mixed-media sculpture—is united by the constancy of his approach and technique. The surfaces of his prints offer a seemingly endless gradation of blacks and whites, shadow and light, and regardless of subject, his images are both elegant and provocative. In the mid-to-late 1980s, returning to the sculptural use of photography seen in his early assemblages, Mapplethorpe created sensual diptychs and triptychs of photographs printed on fabric and luxurious cloth panels. In 1988, four major exhibitions of his work were organized: by the Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam; the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; the Institute of Contemporary Art, University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia; and the National Portrait Gallery, London. Mapplethorpe died due to complications from AIDS on March 9, 1989, in Boston.

Sick of my poetry yet??

Weights of Doubt


I've gotten to a place in my life,
where I walk with my head hanging down.
I'd rather count the cracks in the sidewalk,
As to watch love keep passing me by.

A lifetime of faces have passed me.
Along with an eternity of me asking why?
Why couldn't just one person see me?
See deep inside me. See the love in me.

I just want someone to see me.
Really, really see me. All of me.
But I doubt it will ever happen,
because fear keeps my eyes looking down.

How will I ever break free?
Free of the fear, I myself created.
Fear growing from a poor self image.
Countless thoughts of not being good enough.

Too old, too fat, too ugly.
Years of hiding behind all the too's.
Do they exist or are they self imposed?
I raise my head, only to see myself looking back.

When your soul is so heavy with doubt,
How does on begin to feel inner strength?
Insecurities being my life long friend.
Wanting to turn myself inside out.

Maybe one day while walking down the street,
I will bump into another lost soul, head down.
Our heads will raise, and we will see ourselves in the other.
We both smile, souls happy, together we walk on.