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Song of the Omar

When the light creeps through the window

and you want to lay your head back onto the pillow,

listen for the sparrow that sings

Let its song of the morning

touch your soul

Remind your self

that you are as free

as this bird

Sing your song of being;

of sorrow;

of pain

Make verses of the fears and anxieties

that plague... (continue reading)

Okay, which of you, MY MAN FRIENDS, wants to come with me to Cali and get married? I have no money. I can't sing. But, I'll hold you in my arms as we watch the sunset over the ocean. Then, we can do manly stuff, like hold hands, walking along the beach. At night, under the moonlight, I'll write poetry for you. Your love will be the candle by which I will see. Your kiss will be the taste that my lips will crave in the night. Your skin against mine will be the only blanket needed. As... (continue reading)