Oh life how wicked
You are dreams come
To mind then people
Like stones make achieving
Them uncomfortable and painful
Dreams will often wait
But it’s the people
Who are always impatient
Category: Gay
ChooseKindness
I have learned in
My long life that
People remember those who
Were kind to them
Long after they have
Forgotten those who have
Been mean to them
BeFound
What you find
Is never the
Thing looked for
It’s a thing
But never ever
The thing sought
That’s what the
Mind always says
But when the
Heart quietly listens
It can hear
The whispered wish
From another hoping
To find you
SuchQuiet
While looking out the
Window at this cold
And cloudy Denver morning
I am reminded of
One particularly chilly November
Day I hear the
Sounds and smell the
Aromas and remember then
And now and yet
And even still I
Am there not here
Not now not ever
I wonder why certain
Things cover us up
Like warm blankets drawn
Over our napping bodies
By our treasured memories
LoversSnow
I think that love
Falls from heaven just
Like snow at night
It’s known to be
There but only seen
When either caught in
The street lamps light
Or the brightness of
The eyes of the
Lovers giving and receiving
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 