Songs: Not Just Survival

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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Finding in Your Arms

Finding in your arms in evening The lullaby - The sweet song to carry me away From the day. Down to the river's bevel to drink in the clear pool - Counting the minnows that wink at our image - Resting beneath the chestnut of our home. No one needs to know us or about us - Knowing might confuse them... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 5, 2004

Cannot Be Married

Cannot be married those homos and dykes! Sin against heaven! Be firm against them. The sanctity written will cast off the ages The ancients will scorn us! The father will strike us And the earth open up and suck us like Rome. Farewell to Home! I say, what has marraige to do with love - Tradition and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 2, 2004

A New Life Together

A new life together they began, the boys - Without a care for the commentary, The bullshit lies floating on lakes of appeal. They just did it. No money, no livings - Just love to guide them And the star of a poet to mend the way. Magnets pull at these, Lovers wanting and knowing, but feeling by rote... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Too Old to Conjure

Too old to conjure and pass the hat I leave it now to you. I came out late - Missed the best years - Survived the worsed year; And since I lived in the closet drear - Am alive to say, "It's your turn." But, what I owe, I owe to myself - And I owe to myself, my charms - My magic spun to the coming... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

What Rules

What rules my heart and groin Is mastered. Like a charioteer in the circus bend, I fight the good steer forward To not let either pull me off the course - Victory's laurel and a cup of wine. Yet, there are times When the summer's warmth creeps into my leento - Kissing my nipples and hugging my waist... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Courage Inner

Courage inner is the music that I play to all the world, For they know me by my colors And these colors are diverse. But even with the sanction that my courage has achieved - Home is where my song falls fallow Home is where my courage's shallow - Home is where I know my journey is far from me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 22, 2004

Label Me

Label me bottom, Or top if you please - Or whatever your pleasure, My pleasure fulfill. After all, the world has marked me all my life - Now free of their mark, It's your turn Label me femme Or butch if you want - Plaster my pockets with colors and degrees - It's so simple to know then Your pleasure... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Passing in my Arms

Passing in my arms His once full form, now wan Lifts like a zephyr to a new sphere - Bathed in the release of sunshine From the pain of night's faultering light. I, for my part, feel nothing So jaded by the hammers and anvils of living - And feel like another book has been filed In the angel stacks... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

The Man of My Dreams

The man of my dreams has eyes deep as willows And dwells in late hours - heart upon pillows - Drenched in champagne, his lips are mere perfect - Stay there, dear soul and be perfect. The men of my waking are not nearly peerless - They play games and sully They think and are fitful - They're real,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 15, 2004

Write Me a Song

Write me a song without cadence - Free to blow where I will. Wanton verses, blank and wind swept Then, carry my home to my sleep. Write me a song which lingers, Like the vale of a comet's path - A melody spinning golden yarn From morning to bedtime prayers. Write me a Gay song to sing to the world A... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Songs: Not Just Survival is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, dedicated to the Men and Women of GALA, the Gay and Lesbian Association of Choruses. These lyrical pieces lift high the pledge to both music and Gay Pride. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. Songs: Not Just Survival, has been a web favorite on the site since 1997, having first been published in 1998 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. This is the first time it is being made available in the blogs.

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