The playground looks broken in
December's plastic moonlight.
The basketballs have turned
to orange ghosts on the court
and the purple clouds above
resemble one-eyed teddy bears, smoking cigars.
You hold my hand between zombie oak trees
and stutter through a Michael Jackson song.
"Ben, the two of us.." you whisper,
then press your lips against mine.

It's surreal but I swallow your laughter
and stick my hand inside your jacket,
making you gasp as I trace
your shy muscles.
Boy, I want to scare off all
the bad memories that still
linger in this park;
the jump ropes and

two centuries of depredations and
here is a list of
implacable spirit of destruction
because
though, in reviewing, the incidents of my administration,
by such acceptance
the trumpeter would hold his breath awhile,
and
as if according to the meek spirit of the Gospel,
that is an oppression
i see there is peace;
from no desire to gratify my ambitions
and among all other men that draw then the parallel between your life and mine,
there is an imagined funeral,
for have we no tendency to the latter condition
that has what licentious wickedness,

I wouldnt expect you to understand,
to lend a hand,
to help another man,

I wouldnt expect you to care,
given the incredible pain you bear,

I wouldnt expect you to see,
that nothing in life is free,

Your mind so young and body so old,
producing offspring in your mold,

And even after everything said,
you laugh at me, and beg,

What a life you live,

What a life you give,

what a life.

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Equal squares on an empty sudoku,
Always the same numbers but a billion answers,
Yet there are rules you know I know (that you know)
Before this game has even started.

Colorblind because we are all equal yet white moves first,
(Someone has to).
My options start only with the pawns; the goal is to take your king.
Pawns can move two squares yet my king cannot leave the board;
Nonetheless I have already given you my tacit consent.
'To win!' you say, 'is about foresight and making sacrifices'.
So I lose because the rules are fair.

When I saw you the first time...
I swear...
I heard some music chime.
The song of the angels flowing down,
putting glistening sunshine on your head...
A crown.
The perfect ruler for my body,
the perfect person for my habits...
so naughty.
What can I say?
This love, when I see you I feel it everyday.
When I first saw you, the music... so good.
It made me go down under...
Close my eyes, the sweet interlude.
Your eyes, so perfect, so true...
and your lips and body, too.
I just can't say enough about you..
Who you are, what you do.
Baby, I couldn't see you go.

I cannot doubt that I exist
I can doubt that my body exists
I am not my body

It is pain that my body is experiencing
I can doubt that my body exists
I am not in pain

--Uncertain

Walter de la Mare
♥ ♥ ♥

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

The Asp is eating itself,
The Asp is going in circles.
The Asp is never-ending,
The Asp is starving.
Eternity is twisting in its grave,
My father's breath is ceasing.
I wonder, sometimes, if you will
be there with Him, waiting
for me to join you
earlier than scheduled.
You tried, in life,
to make me happy,
Father, you nearly succeeded.
But when you took away my
lover,
you killed me instead.
Father, I will miss you so
while you watch the Asp's feasting
and please remember fondly
my face before it changes.

to think of all people you would be this way
the one that guided every time i went astray

to think that i could not please you
if i could i would change for you

i am who i am and unfortunantly
you would shred sanity unsparingly

the fight between us is a pointless battle
my mind being thrown around like a rattle

to think of all poeple you would be this way
all because i am simply gay

you look of disgut
for your covered in dust
and the strength of trust
indeed a must

to survive the dive
shoes tied cause you lied
tripping then stripping me
of all my pride

In so many ways the world crumbles
Situations with stimulations
That make Time fly by

Allowing them to forget the lies
Told out of
jealousy
Hate
Such scrutiny
All manipulating fate

Machines produced to object and correct
But a machine only does what it's told

Program
Jam
Slam
Who is to explain such a sham

How can the claim condemn the statistics
Whole nations such unrealistics
The name of the game played only for you
If only your statement hadn't been ever so untrue

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She, for a minute or two, stood looking at the house and said,
"There's no mistake. Considering the great debt I-"
And the rest was taken away by the wind.

Then she did a little dance, moving her arms in rowing motions, throwing each leg in front of her and stamping down hard.
When the Sun and Moon collide
You, who would be king will have a story to tell.

Yes, but for now pour her another drink - it's a wonderful title (wife)!
Comrade, comrade
She will bear him the Son of France!
"What's it going to be then, eh?"

So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The sweetest thing I'll ever see

spending my days in glad ennui.

I cannot show how weak I stand,

I cannot leave this post unmanned,

We mustn't fret, we mustn't fret,

We have stolen all we can't get.

We cannot lie, we cannot lie,

All men in time, destined to die.

So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The angels doth look 'pon his soul,

and see that it has become cold;

'Pon his face, pale as winter's night

such beauty and yet without life.

His sorrow as he sings "Shalom",

As we get older...We think of death.
Not willingly but we do
We think of past loves,
past life
Wondering if we did our best.

As we get older we think of death
coming with the cold
the harshness
the finality
our last breath it will wrest.

As we get older We think of death
will it be swift
painful
slow
how
off the waves crest.

As we get older we think of death
creeping up on us
taking our loved ones
taking our pets
from the east or from the west.

As we get older
we think
of
death.
Welcomed rest.
Welcomed rest.

Be like Pandora

Let me out of this Box.

Unlike hers, this Box is full of only benevolence.

This is no trickery,

I promise you. Just let me out.

I forewarn you, though,

Mere fingers will never set me free.

No.

The knives of Law, alone, will bring Freedom.

SImply give me Equality

Marriage

And other things

denied to me by your tenuous morals

and jejune odiums.

I long so painfully for the Day

The sweet Day of Freedom from this box

To taste sunshine

wash away the vitriolic taste of ennui.

Persist not to be Stupidity's Paragon:

I’m Gay

starting out on the road
helpless: but not alone,
two loving strangers
looking upon creation

hopes and dreams of
careless parents.
A lovely wife,
the terror of children

The teenage years...
A terror.

then the cute boy in german class.
My own terror...
"A boy?"

"A boy?"
"A boy?"
"A boy?"
"A boy!"

"Mom, I'm gay"

Starting out on the road
alone but not so helpless

Jonathan D. Oswald
January 2009
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Kissing Is A Habit
Fucking Is A Game
Guys Get All The Pleasure
Girls Get All The Pain
The Guy Says He loves You
And You Believe Its True
But When Your Tummy Starts To Swell
He Says To Hell With You
10 Minutes Of Pleasure
9 Months Of Pain
3 Days In The Hospital
A Baby Without A Name The Baby Is A Bastard
The Mother Is A Whore
This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!!

Sex is like math
You subtract the clothes
Add the bed
Divide the legs
And Pray to god
You dont multiply

Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your legs
And I'll fill you with cream

Free will

No Thrill

Since when did I care?

Beat me

I'm free

The pain feels so good.

I want

your lash

make me scream and cry.

make me

your slave

c'mon and make me die.

Hurt me,

crush me,

burn me with your cigarette,

fuck me,

bite me,

make me be your little pet.

I am

waiting,

for your lovely knives.

Cut me,

slash me,

I give you my tithes.

lemons,

leather,

tie me to the chair.

beat me,

mercy,

Damn, it's only fair.

Until,

at least,

tonight ends again.

And I

Get up,

and whip you, my friend.

M friends, I am rejoiced; You are glad
I am a believer in that small portion-
Oh my honourable friend! Should
You
Either persecute to some purpose or
He would rather be sent to the King

The fact damages the rule, but not issues of law
The fourth exhortation shall be-
Oh ye immortal Gods, where-
Then the fifth, the fifth
Shall we dwell no longer
We shall not rest on the seventh

Protest oh protest less!
Powder penal ingnite might this time be right!
He a different man; Young merchant, no, housebuilder no
Different than woman that refuse
To sew buttons and cook dinners

Us smokers you despise,
ridicule and cry,
we foul the air,
smell up your hair,
and bring a tear to the eye!

There's one who's worse by far
they do it in the car!
They do it here,
they do it there,
they do it most anywhere!

Its deadly and by far,
the worse to do in the car,
It chokes and brings,
a tear and stings,
It cause most alarm!

So take these words in parting
and to the heart most heartening.
Of who do I speak?
Its you...you freak!
I'm speaking of your farting!!!

I Stop I drop I roll

And still I want to know

Why can't I see your face

Why can't I feel your grace

I want to believe in you

and yet I cannot do

the things you ask of me

I do not think I see

I feel so lonely now

I cannot see the sun

This ever-lasting

bleakness that overrides the moon

It seeps into my skin

It reflects to me my sin

I want to see your face

I want to see your grace

I'm lost and cannot see

these chains are binding me

I wait to be set free

and yet I will not be

I wish to know you're there

but I can't be unfair