Mara

I wish I was like other boys. But then who would cry these tears? I just want to love people. But I rarely am brave enough to let others love me. Maybe they can love me when I’m six feet under. At least I won’t have to feel awkward then. I don’t want sex as … Continue reading Mara

but the children eat freely.

my heart cries out to you, YAH!the ancient living One!the One in whom there is no deceit!the greatest Judge, Father-friend! my particles long for friendly fire, long to be destroyed by loveheavier than galaxies, presence from millennia ago, yet fresh as a mother’s milk.  Holy Christ, do I, a dog, dare lick the blood from your wounds, and this to my own benefit? how can … Continue reading but the children eat freely.