Real Man Poem Quiet men often think and "speak" the loudest, Not caught in ego fancy of "look at me, look at me" The true man knows his worth and his value even when others discount and make mockery The loving man loves his peace, his burning star Showing her that love is inside, ever … Continue reading #187


Thoughts of a late November weekend

Sex for lust filled immediate gratification is a mask, a mask for what love truly is.  It is a farce, a drug… a cheap fulfillment of a beautiful thing.  Being celibate, not wholly by choice, these past three+ years has given me an interesting perspective, this on top of the already introspective view of a … Continue reading Thoughts of a late November weekend