PRETTY BOYS...

We see you

@ the clubs,

On the street,

With your ‘perfect’ qualities.

Muscled body, check.

Dick n’ ass to die for, check.

Abs for daze, check…

Just enough to attract attention.

Like caged lions in a zoo,

You are the untouchables,

The hierarchy of the sexual pecking order

It’s just the law of the jungle.

But laws must be broken,

The façade can’t stand forever and a day

Pretty man mode will not live beyond his expiration date

No matter how hard you work the system.

When the politics of pretty are in play,

It would be easy to dismiss you as an egomaniac

Needing a fix of adoration,

Or even as someone who is really insecure.

In all honesty,

I don’t know where the truth lies.

Maybe you don’t either.

All I know is this is what you show to the world.

It’s just a shame to never realize

That beyond the buff, smiley and beautiful exterior

the smart, funny, observant, considerate and slightly shy guy

Is worth being on display as well.

© a{GAY}tekeeper{iam} 

DEFINE A NEW WAY TO BE GAY...

We need to remember that we all face the same discrimination.

We want the same rights; 

We all want success.

If someone in our community is doing well,

We should applaud them, 

Not gossip like children.

When someone else succeeds,

It doesn’t mean your chance for success diminishes.

Jealousy, bitterness, 

Gossip stem from an ugly place inside

A place that simply says, 

“I want what that person has.”

The thing is, you can!

You just have to get out of your own way,

Stop focusing so much on others,

And live your life for yourself and nobody else.

You won’t feel the need to tear others down,

But rather build them up higher.

When you find your authenticity

And get over the cliques,

The classifications,

And notions of masculinity and femininity,

What you find is that you are simply you

An individual who wants happiness, love and respect.

Let’s lose the labels

They only perpetuate the stereotypes

That were applied to make us look like savages and deviants.

Let’s go back to being a brotherhood before it’s too late,

And claim our pride in a new way.

Let’s lift each other up.

Let’s make each other proud.

Let’s define a new way to be gay

© a{GAY}tekeeper{iam} 

HUNGRY FOR...

I’m hungry for… 

Authenticity, compassion, kindness, passion, purpose, creative Expression, truth, simplicity, and a return to our purest human essence. 

I’m hungry for… 

Authentic relationships built on the foundation of deep trust.

I need to be seen, felt and heard. 

I’m hungry for… 

Inspiration by people who act more than they speak and who follows through

I’m hungry for… 

For the need to be held by a pure unbiased presence when I feel raw, and soar together when I feel strong.

I’m hungry for… 

For the need to feel as safe in my grief as I do in my joy. I need to be wild and free and all of who I am meant to be.

I’m hungry for… 

A culture that isn’t designed to keep us small,

Because smallness breeds compliance.

I’m hungry for… 

A mind that is not easy to manage,

Domestication of the mind only serves the collapsing system.

 It does nothing for the pure wild nature of the heart, the true mind, or the soul.

I’m hungry for… 

I don’t know what the final outcome will be with the collapse that is currently playing out in an accelerated manner, but I do know that I choose to stand strong in my inner power surrounded by like-minded community who choose life, love and truth. By renouncing the status quo of social and economic standards, I accelerate toward a deeper sense of my Self in my ongoing quest toward wholeness.

I’m hungry for… 

Those know that know alone we can only do so much,

But together, we can create a better world for whatever time remains.

I’m hungry for… 

That will say NO to the status quo and YES to life!

© a{GAY}tekeeper{iam} 

THE CASE AGAINST US...

Naysayers are a strong lot....

They tell us we don't work.

"They" say it is a waste of time.

They feel like they are begging.

It never goes anywhere...

Many of us do not seem interested.

I get it....it is hard being us.

What if I told you that your life isn't a waste of time.

Do you know that the essence of homosexual revolutionary activity is to destroy that which destroys us?

To rebuild within our community for us by us?

The truth is that it’s just easier for mainstream society to accept

The notion that everyone is straight. 

The fact that homosexual don't fit conventional expectations

And we are seen as making a conscious choice not to be on anyone’s team.

I say live your own style, 

Defy common labels, 

That try to confine you, me and us.

© a{GAY}tekeeper{iam} 

¿AIN'T YOU TIRED?...GAY MEN

Warriors of love?

Never, ever!

They are forever trying to commit treason

Against...

Forever abandoned to chaos.

How can they not see?

Fact from fiction and what is true reality.

Ya work so hard, trying to undo what you say is hard to find,

You pat me on the back,

Turn around and then plunge their knife.

That scar on my back is just something else that makes us strong[er],

Scream all you want, how you’re right and how I am wrong.

Run all over town, singin’ your same sad song,

The truth always comes to surface and usually won’t be long.

Keep thinking that their way is right,

But what you are lacking is the true insight.

The sight to see what’s right there, in front of their face,

The truth sometimes is the hardest thing to embrace.

Sometimes the truth is an easy thing to misplace,

Just know that your actions won’t make hang my head in disgrace.

The words can be changed, but actions can never be replaced,

Just know that my love is something that I don’t waste.

How about you raise your vibe and leave the ground?

For this is the only place that my love can be found.

There’s no longer a need to spread the untrue around,

Cuz all of the lies have long been drowned.

Never, ever will I give up my power

Never, ever will I compromise my truth.

Never, ever will I be without

A liberating vision,

A vision of tradition.

I will always be trueto the spirit

Of our love.

© a{GAY}tekeeper{iam} 

{GAY} WE ARE

WE ARE MANY, but in solitude I stand, waiting for an answer if anyone can grant. If I can get an answer, to the world I will shout, THIS IS WHAT OUR COMMUNITY SHOULD BE ABOUT!

{Gay} We Are...

We breathe and we respond

We share a loving bond;

We share the same ground and same heart in all of us pounds

We are the world’s rebirth

We carry with us the sense of hope & renewal

We are the first sliver of dawn that paints the horizon,

We gradually spread our color…Illuminating the world!

We are that being that isn't defined by secrets or sexuality…

We soothe the spirit of turmoil,

We purge the crippleness of self-hatred

We release the very human need to classify and label

We know the truth in connecting with another man

We are the messengers not the message

We are an honorable image of manhood

We are the defiant man’s, man

We are the root, stability and resilience of the whole man.

We are balanced, having incarnated as male,

We embrace and celebrate our man selves

We live a life of torture that has made us the paragons of balance.

We place value on ourselves

We know we came to this earth to live and die,

We know we need to cherish every moment

We know we need to learn from our worst memories

 We’ve earned our right to be who we are

We shall walk upon this earth

We shall squish its mud between our toes

We shall walk around with human feet touching the ground

We can’t give up and let the world crush and destroy us

We are compassionate people,

We need to nourish, support, sustain and protect who we are as gay men

This was inspired by a young gay man that is having a tough time being his gay self and I want to say:

I know that when it rains it pours, but know that the sunshine will give me relief. Just look into my eyes see my lust for our freedom, feel the pain I have in my heart. Touch my HEART, caress my MIND, fondle and manipulate my SOUL. Come closer and feel the wetness of my face and my heart that beats for YOU, ignore the raindrops that falls in your space, beneath your waist…at your place. Come share my umbrella, my world, and MY story while these raindrops keep falling.

DON'T LET HIM...

He will sweep you off of
your feet,

He is cute, funny and
sweet.

He likes the same things
as you

He does all the things
that you love to do

He is the perfect guy of
your dreams

He belongs wit you, or so
it seems!

He looks into your eyes,
his true self never appears

He says that he'll always
be there

His touch is so soft; his
hold is so tight,

His words are so
soothing, his kiss is just right!

You think that you love him;
you give him your heart

Little do you know that
he'll tear it apart?

You do what he wants; you
know it’s not good

You told him slow down,
and you think he understood

You let it slide by, he's
just having fun

You'll learn to like it
as time goes on!

He's taken your heart,
and locked it away

And you see him crush it the
next day

You cry and you grieve,
but then you forgive,

He won't do it again for
as long as he lives!

At this point you've
fallen into his trap

He has all control when
you're in his lap

You're right where he
wants you, he molds you like clay,

And you hear about him
with some guy the next day.

He got what he wanted,
accomplished his goal

He still has your heart,
which he evilly stole!

He's taken your purity,
you still can't believe

You feel hurt and dumb
and extremely naive.

You know he's an ass, but
you still want him back

And you and he will end
up on the same track

All you wanted was to
have some fun

Now you wish that this
whole thing had never begun

You wish that one day
you'll see him cry

That one day he'll know
how he killed you inside!

But you know that he
won't, because he's numb to pain

He'll be with some guy
while you cry and complain

Beware of the players;
they'll steal your heart

And they'll give it back
once it’s all torn apart

Don't let them suck you
into their game

Because once you lose,
you're never the same.


©

iAm~A~ga(Y)-Keeper

DREAMS...

I want you to ride me

Lowering your tock over
my tick

And take a seat

And hold on tight

Working your hips into
the night...

...seduction dangles
from the tips of

Your fingers

Exploring

Probing

...sloppy kisses

And wet blows

Hands pressed against a
wall

Your throat doing a
wave motion

(Damn I'm hard)

Teasing me to release

This anticipation will
not cease...

...anyway and
everywhere

Sweat on my chest
dripping from your hair.

Your feet going back to
your ears,

Keep you like this for a
few years…

©

iAm(A)ga(Y)-Keeper

¡COME FOR ME!

COME FOR ME…

Perhaps it's part of our basic nature to drift
into a waking dream state

When there are no serious threats on the horizon.

Perhaps that's why the universe is constructed
as a dangerous universe -- to keep me awake.

Maybe God felt it was redundant for this
creature inside his/her/its dream to be dreaming as well.

If that's the case, the plan is working, my
dream is over.

In this dream,

I lived in an invulnerable fortress,

Safe from the misery,

Ignorance,

Jealousy,

Hatred and chaos that surrounded it.

I dreamt that the minutiae of my life was
important.

I dreamt that I could make my little plans.

I dreamt that everyone was essentially playing
by the same rules.

I dreamt that my dream was reality…

Which is why I feel a strange tinge of
gratitude bubbling under my grief, fear and rage.

I'm grateful to be even a little awake.

The way I figure it, this is a miraculous
universe, but also a remarkably dangerous one.

Sleepwalking is ill-advised

So to you and yours I say,

 ¡COME FOR
ME!

©

iAm~A~ga(Y)-Keeper

INDISPUTABLE DISPUTABLE

everything is in dispute

these days of ill repute

some of you might refute

but I can tell without dispute

that I will not dispute

that the indisputably disputable

is in dispute

¿WHO WILL SHED A TEAR?

In the best of all possible worlds

Where love N’ life twirls

Is a space beyond this place

Where haste and waste

And contradictions contradict

And everything left behind tries to fit

Because opposites just sit

I often wonder, that’s it?

They often say ‘perfection’ is not an accident

But was ‘perfection’ HIS intent?

I in my mind

Search the recesses to find…

To vent and invent

That ‘perfection’ and HE are[n’t] in consent

But to prevent any mis-spent discontent

HIS life/death is NOT a little theater event!

Inconceivably inconsiderable

And insurmountably miserable

What can be worse than worse?

Except the tears we don’t shed.

Then NOTHING else matters

Just smatters and tatters

That to some THEY don’t matter

Just a matter of lack

A tactless tact

Shatters me to tatters

And that's a matter of fact

For in the home of the departed

In all the wonder of words

That cut as deep as knives

That flies beyond the beyond

This poem speaking for the dead mouths

And now departed

Taking a home on the range

How deranged

They are in the home of the departed

And our memories are just bartered

And yet I ask,

Who will shed a tear?

I CRY BECAUSE...

Between the illusive here and now

Between the spaces

My heart races

Around and around

Trying NOT to conquer itself!

…And when the distance gets you

Defying
Crying

Sighing

Lying

Whying…

How I wish you could start flying!

And I wouldn’t have to fall to my knees
@ A thought that seems unsound

Taking me around and around

Like a merry-go-round

While you try to find and be found…

This life is a darkly lit pit

And with it

We just have to sit in the shit,

And I think how sad

That many of us don't feed our life

We just live in such a self-imposed revolving strife

And I wonder,

Who

What

And why

You live such a lie

I cry because…

I am drowned in your sorrow
For I know

It’s not about poor you or me,

But rather poor us.

What affects one, affects us all.
We are in this together whether we want to be or not.

I feel

The woes

The angst

The anger

And the hurt that comes with being you!

Be it your self-esteem,

Be it you are a top or bottom,

Be it the feelings of loneliness that overwhelms you

Be it you seeking pleasure and desire outside of yourself.

I don’t have to be you

So I cry because…

tgk ©

HIS SOUL FLINCHES AND...

Like glass, he is so…

Fragile, a whisper can strip

His VERY lost soul

A life upside down

NO escape but death life is
beyond his reach now

Where are his angels?
If only I could plead with

The universe as

As his life melts in

The darkness surrounding him

No sight just stillness

No choice but to be
Mad at the world praying that

It’ll be over soon

For his tomorrow’s

Sun will NEVER come for this

Very lost friend of…

If only I could

See him shine one last time see

His real essence such

Translucent words that
Drips between silent minutes,

His soul flinches and…

tgk ©