life's a kick

Friend, hold my hand and let’s go to a place we don’t know let’s be us happy, fabulous let each motivate to unfetter the other’s fate let’s laugh with the wind in our face with lifetimes packed in days let’s live our meaning of Right infuse goodness to each fight let’s revel in the uniqueness of our team when distance threatens, still chase our dream let’s tell life to take a walk but love it all the same, let’s rock let none be hurt along the path and yet defend truth in the face of aftermath let’s live to the fullest we can keeping instinct before plan let’s plan a bohemian bike ride never exchange the witty for snide let’s throw open our lives to love that lets go, still thrives let’s not waste a tear cry if we must, do while near let’s fly, and learn and teach compassion and beauty, to us and each

Raw, exposed, excited 'n heightened at the promise of return you've sown I overwork my body, in vain many ways to quieten the shiver in my bone

In a strange, exciting way, I feel like her woman. I’m not a macho-man type, but neither am I the feminine kind. I guess I’m pretty much the boy-next-door, content in my easy style of being. I talk less, but generally straight. I’ve had my share of crushes and infatuations, but I was never among the over-sexed men. In my boyhood days, I did the same things that most boys did, but somewhere along the path, I did grow up. Or so I would like to believe. People around call me mature and balanced, but this is not about me. This is about her. She’s magic, you know. No, no…you possibly can’t know. There is no other her. You  couldn't  know till you knew her. And saw me with her. I've  never felt this before. In my modest experience with women, this strange feeling, of wanting to be the woman in the relationship, never quite fascinated me. Is it my age? Is it some repressed inner need? I  couldn't  tell. It is like this. When she’s around, I love ...