Am i crazy

[Da,Beers]

MY LIFE


I am here.

I am here, standing. Don’t ask where: just know that I am here.
Around me the crimson sheets of the newborn night slowly drape across the dimming sky, covering the land with a dim warming glow. While the whispering winds fade to a halt leaving behind only the eerie sound of thunder and the sweet smell of rain.

Often do I dream of the rain, forgiving showers of life flowing from the heavens. Whose translucent form shapes and feeds the earth. Washing away all the pain and hurt with only traces of bitter salt to remind us of its presence.

I am here

I am here as the sky sighs and releases its great healing down my face. Indolently it flows, drop by drop flowing from my checks to my lips whose flesh can’t help but taste the rains bitter salt. Funny how so many dark clouds can pass though my eyes.

You see it is not raining, nor has the sun has ceded to the darkness, for greater are their meanings than that of simple words.

For: I am not here, but there.

I am there where my heart bears no burdens. There where I am as ignorant to pain and hurt as the ground is to the plow. I am often here, by here, I mean there, there where I am the most happy and yet the most sad. You see to be here and there is not all possible unless you are there, where my world is unbroken, unchanged: perfect.

I am here.

Here were shades of things that once were; are, where the rains still taste sweet and the trees are always green. Here where everything is that that has passed and yet still is. Here where I play catch with my father and bear his coffin upon my shoulders at the same moment.

I am here where there is no here; for if the things that are here have passed then they cannot be, and if they cannot be how am I am here?

If I am here who is there? Who is there where the rain is bitter and tree's fade. Who? Who is it that is there while I am here? Seems odd to be one place and yet still be in another at the same time yet I am here, here where rains are sweet and still I am here, here where the rains are bitter.


Da,beers

[denisedenise]

wow you never let me read your poetry.... that's good

[jamal]

MY LIFE


I am here.

I am here, standing. Don’t ask where: just know that I am here.
Around me the crimson sheets of the newborn night slowly drape across the dimming sky, covering the land with a dim warming glow. While the whispering winds fade to a halt leaving behind only the eerie sound of thunder and the sweet smell of rain.

Often do I dream of the rain, forgiving showers of life flowing from the heavens. Whose translucent form shapes and feeds the earth. Washing away all the pain and hurt with only traces of bitter salt to remind us of its presence.

I am here

I am here as the sky sighs and releases its great healing down my face. Indolently it flows, drop by drop flowing from my checks to my lips whose flesh can’t help but taste the rains bitter salt. Funny how so many dark clouds can pass though my eyes.

You see it is not raining, nor has the sun has ceded to the darkness, for greater are their meanings than that of simple words.

For: I am not here, but there.

I am there where my heart bears no burdens. There where I am as ignorant to pain and hurt as the ground is to the plow. I am often here, by here, I mean there, there where I am the most happy and yet the most sad. You see to be here and there is not all possible unless you are there, where my world is unbroken, unchanged: perfect.

I am here.

Here were shades of things that once were; are, where the rains still taste sweet and the trees are always green. Here where everything is that that has passed and yet still is. Here where I play catch with my father and bear his coffin upon my shoulders at the same moment.

I am here where there is no here; for if the things that are here have passed then they cannot be, and if they cannot be how am I am here?

If I am here who is there? Who is there where the rain is bitter and tree's fade. Who? Who is it that is there while I am here? Seems odd to be one place and yet still be in another at the same time yet I am here, here where rains are sweet and still I am here, here where the rains are bitter.


Da,beers

hey i agree w/ you that homosexuality is not genetic it is a coice people make and just because ancent greeks had homosexuals doesnt mean they have to get married in todays world or be "life partners"