Shades of Drew

What kind of man am I? I don't even know who I am...done spent the good part of my life in a constant state of change, being what they wanted me to be, doing things they needed done, desperately seeking, hoping to prove to them. But what kind of man am I? Never ever really defining self, my face an empty canvass...giving them paint brushes to draw on the face, driving me to a place where I move to the beat of their drum - dancing through a performance, directed by them, my insatiable audience. The performance I wish would end. So what kind of man am I? I want to break free f rom their chains, but the pains have become so familiar that I am afraid to move, afraid of the wounds that freedom expose. The comfort of my prison allows me to walk through life asleep, always hitting snooze on my dreams...dreams that lie dormant, with a lack of vision, infertile efforts discourage ascension. Periodically peeking my eye out of my cell, hoping to give hope a chance, but I sit and st...

I rolled over this morning staring at an extra pillow, wondering what it would be like to gaze into your eyes-holding you in my arms, my leg rested between your thighs A sensual embrace oh so close lying with nothing between us, face to face-only us on our mind, our love thumping and beating like the drummer boy preparing the soldier for war Our lips call out to one another, longing to feel the exotic exchange between you and me, forever US we can be And I wonder if my dreams of US ever crossed your mind Do we move with time, mesmerized by the rhyme of our sighs, passionate screams saturated by the excitement of the moment I wonder if this is just a game to see how quickly I will drop my pants or how far you can get me to go before I change who I am and loose all I have - pushing my limits, only to be deserted with a hand-full of hopes and dreams - exhausted ambitions cloud my vision, blinded and muted by wrong decisions Maybe my wonder has clipped my wings and left me grounded, unable...