BaptismBaptism By Brad DeMatteoBaptism
A cool rain is falling. Only I can explain this feeling to you right now. Slow but fast, each diamond drop cuts through the summer air and falls onto working hands. The clouds have blessed me with their gift and I thank them with this smile. I’m born again as my clothes stick to my back. I’m reignited as the drops of cool clean water fall like tears down my face. Truly I am beautiful now.
Keep giving me this high. No drug can relate you to my soul at this point. I am different like every drop of rain that falls. I am not going to change but simply fall to the e
To Whom It May ConcernTo Whom It May Concern By Brad DeMatteoTo Whom It May Concern
If I was big enough to walk away, you know I would have. If I was strong enough to lift this off of me, it would be gone by. I’d forget the past and let the future roll as your memory vanishes. That was then and this is now. I have a strength that no man can see. It hides behind my smile and holds the tears back. It throws the past memories into submission and makes sure they stay there. I have no anger, no love, or hate. There will be less of me from now on. No doubt it will hurt but one can only have so many chances.
I'll eagerly welcome the rest of my tim
HammockHammock By Brad DeMatteoHammock
We’ll lie here in random thought forever. Rain will pour, sun will shine, and snow will fall. Simple rope that is twisted and weaved together suspends us above reason. Our bodies will become one with the natural surroundings. Our minds flow with the breeze, twisting and turning in every direction. We will surrender to beauty. No sound is needed to speak. No color is needed to see. Not once will we question the reality of the experience. Reality is what one wants it to be. Ours lies here in this bed we made.
Complexity is abolished. --The way we want it to be.
Sorr
The JourneyThe JourneyThe Journey
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Brad DeMatteo
Her feet are naked as the ground she walks on. Sweeping gently onward, she crosses the rolling green hills that curl and twist like thoughts. She moves rhythmically placing each step on the cordial earth as though it had been planed for years. Beauty surrounds her inside and out. Troubles and anxieties of everyday life are left to rest forever. And she moves onward letting her small toes touch the earth’s cold damp palm and carry her to where she is longing. She lets her mind rest. Escape.
She comes to a stop only to find herself amongst sea breeze and s
"i'm a cowboy"i think chainlink fences suit you like tired denim jackets You told me once, when we were drinking, drinking water out of wine glasses in the middle of a pile of leaves surrounded by the forest fire trees you told me i feel like a cowboy and we walked to the freight train tracks back there, through that field, you know? In fron tof that hill where we found that arrowhead last summer. i straddled one of the tracks pressing down hard between my legs i lifted my wine glass to the open sky i shifted my knees scraping the dust of ghosts rust making red marks on my shorts &nbs"i'm a cowboy"
i didnt know you had a da
wooo
fm
though i don't think i can top the aroused one from my first comment.
actually, i think this one pretty much sums up our relationship.
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jordan.<33
thanks for the
i'll add u too!
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just l o v e me.
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jordan.<33
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