Loss

Melancholy song, brings hot tears to my eyes
Thinking of you, and how it could have been
A different life, in a different place
All thrown aside because of my fears

I know you, too, have loved and lost
But at least you had your time together
All I have is the deadly knowledge that
Through cowardice, I let you slip away

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Paragon

You gaze out at me, totally at ease in your skyclad state, completely unembarrassed by being seen as nature intended. Dark hair, dark eyes, almost black, like moist olives, from my perspective, but sparkling with youthful joie de vivre, the glorious light eggshell brown of your tanned skin, hinting at the blood of exotic southern places coursing through your veins, white teeth glittering in contrast, displayed through your delightful, natural smile, your happiness unabashedly on show.

Your body, silky smooth and glabrous as a dolphin, neither fat nor thin, but sturdy, robust, beautifully proportioned, suggestions of nascent musculature, as yet undeveloped, ideal for your stage in life.

My eyes drawn inexorably lower, lighting upon the wonderous perfection of all that makes you a boy, at rest now, but so obviously full of vigour, making ready to bring such pleasure to you and to the one, or the many, lucky enough to share your love in years to come.

Would that I could reach through the texture of space and time and enfold you in a warm embrace, that would be enough for me, to assuage the itch of wanting, of wishing, though if you wanted more, I'd deny you nothing I was capable of giving, because nothing is too good for you, beautiful boy.

Picture perfect, in a perfect picture.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Hindsight

Each ache, cables from the past, bleach and leach the feeling from the soul
No longer able to heal, days when all was well fading far and fast
Into a half-forgotten past, of sunlit tableaux, standing alone
Without context, significance forgotten, simply dusty photographs
Signposts no longer able to be read, those junctions long since traversed
Routes to alternative futures never again accessible, no way to recross
The Rubicon, those dice forever cast, like a wasp trapped in a jam jar
Drowning in what ought to have sustained, a life drained of hope.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Endgame

Say what you will, lay bear your soul

It's just the same, you may as well

Spit in the wind, you can't cajole

Those who don't care, this life is hell

You live and breathe, but cry inside

No hope of more, no inner fire

No loving touch, you can but hide

All that you want, never aspire

You must be wrong, they must be right

They shout so loud, ne'er short of breath

Of how you're vile, nothing but blight

All you deserve, is painful death

Then you believe, the lies they spout

You're the reason, for all their woes

It's time to go, your hope's run out

Knife cuts so sharp, your life blood flows

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Love & best wishes to all

Sammy B

Discrimination

The man heard raised voices coming from the big room at the back of the house that was used as a den, a family room.

"That's so straight!"

"Jack McKay, I heard that! There's no need for that kind of expression! How would you like it if Steven said that to you? Come here!"

The boy shuffled sheepishly into the hallway.

"S...sorry, Dad. I didn't know you were there."

"Evidently. Just because some people are different, there's no need to be horrible about it. Don't you think the world would be a boring place if everyone was the same?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably under his father's scrutiny. "I don't know....I suppose so. Why are some people....that way, anyway?"

"I don't think anyone knows for sure. Some combination of their genes and their environment, they say. Whatever the reason, it's not something they choose, it's just part of who they are. You're left-handed, did you choose that? Of course not. It doesn't make you better or worse, just different from the majority."

"I never thought of it like that. It's just....it's gross, I'd never want to do that!"

"Jack, I know it's hard for you to understand at your age - I was a boy too, not that long ago." The boy smirked surreptitiously. "I really hope you aren't going to grow up prejudiced. There's good and bad in all sorts of people - it's the person that's important, not the label others put on them. Please try to be nice to everyone, the world's a much better place when you are."

"I'll try, Dad," the boy replied, his eyes downcast.

"Good boy - now go and say you're sorry to Steven, please. If he likes girls instead of boys, that's his business. It doesn't stop him being your friend, does it?"

"Nah - he's my bestie! Can I go, Dad?"

"Of course - just remember, no name-calling!"

"OK." The boy scampered back into the family room, and, when the man looked through the open door a couple of minutes later, the two 11 year olds were engrossed in their game, their spat forgotten, the best of friends once more.

I'll have to have a chat with my husband, the man thought, see if we can find some way of showing the boy some positive heterosexual role models, to underline the message that they were just different, not degenerate or depraved. Mind you, the man thought wryly, Jack was on the same wavelength as himself on one level - I'd never want to 'do that', either!

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Faith

For Lydia - R.I.P.


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We must be obeyed, commandments respected
New thoughts bring danger, traditions rejected
You must be like us, gods will be offended
By upstarts like you, right must be defended

Don't cry in your pain, we've all been affected
By your heinous sin, you must be corrected
It's for your own good, you're now uninfected
Damn, you're not breathing, that wasn't expected

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Time

Time to yield, time to try
Time to laugh, time to cry
Time to live, time to die
When's the time to say goodbye?

Time for light, time for grey
Time for work, time for play
Time to think, time to say
Now it's time to go my way

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B