My three favorite words
Are I did it
I see life not
As an obstacle course
Designed not to give
But as an adventure
One of promise and
Of dreams and hope
Life is a marvelous
Thing to be enjoyed
And not merely survived
And the cornerstone of
Life is accepting that
Whatever I have no
Matter how little is
Always enough no matter
What the naysayers think
Category: Gay
NoMoreTinSoldiers
Now on the cusp
Of realizing my dreams
I find that I
Don’t and never did
Ever need anyone else
Oh I do suppose
That I like others
Did once believe that
Only because others did
Many others in fact
That we all marched
Kept in tidy formation
Like little tin soldiers
Until at some point
We understood that dreams
Are personal and only
Belong to those brave
Enough to cast them
I have now found
Just as much joy
Fishing in a pond
Absent of any fish
Then in a pond
Chock full for it’s
Not what is caught
But the simple joy
In knowing you do
ThereThereNow
It’s flesh which attracts
But character that keeps
People are but presents
Prettily offered often given
Frequently received rarely kept
But just like gifts
The one that’s giving
Thinks that the recipient
Wants or sometimes needs
That which they offer
It is this arrogance
Often mistaken for benevolence
That’s their critical flaw
For one certainly knows
What they ultimately want
And will in good time
Discover it by themselves
So shelve your hubris
And rather be there
CouldIJust
Could I be something
Something other than that
Could I be anything
Anything other than expected
Could I just be
Just be just because
Or must I be
What is ever missing
Could I just be
Just ever be me
Being me is enough
Except when being you
Is always lacking something
Something that’s not me
Goodbye
I wonder if maybe
This time it’ll stick
Like the late April
Snows which blanket with
Heavy wet large snowflakes
As if nature is
Doling out double portions
Maybe this time will
Be the last time
I mean how many
Goodbyes does it take
For something to be
Over finally over finished
How many coats of
Paint does it take
To hide the blemishes
And the ugly scars
Just how much makeup
Will make bruises disappear
If I keep going
Back like the deer
To the now naked
Branches doesn’t that make
Me look like the
Fool like the despot
This one last final
Goodbye must be the
Spring for so many
Believe that loneliness is
Winter but limping love
Is lonelier than snow
Which does eventually stay
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 