Tag Archives: blogger

Blogging Me

I am not ashamed to show my shame. To show my humanity in the daylight where the world can judge me. To feel ashamed of being human is a shame in itself. We can only be what we were created to be. I will not spend my life fighting who I am. That is not… Read More »

For Men Only – Stopping Arguments

You might be amazed at the amount of us men that run right into the bear traps that women set for us. Make no mistake men the enemy is cunning and there really is no rule for when the game is played. Women have been known to try and catch you sleeping… while you are… Read More »

Facebook Help

I started using Facebook again. I know… bad idea. I am trying not to “care” about all the stupid shit I see on there. It isn’t really hard to ignore Facebook for me because I’ve never been in love with that platform. People have far too much time to argue on there. https://www.facebook.com/aopinionatedman/?view_public_for=212884802202999 I am… Read More »

Hanging Faith

Can I hang my faith upon a cloud. And hope to live without a sound. Would you see my true belief? Or assume I flutter like a leaf. Could my god outshine your own? Would he take a yellowish tone? Or would he be a stranger to me. A borrowed godhead, not reality. Can I… Read More »

Korean Son

Would I wish upon a Korean sun? Only to have it turn and run. Accepting the American moon. The American me, a man too soon. How I miss you in the night. Your image fading from my sight. The right to have a mother’s love. I simply wasn’t good enough. -OM

Our Song

Play our song, a single song, on a single note. Is there one? There must be one. Our unity in words we wrote. Hear that sound, our lovely sound, our song we sing tonight. Take my hand. Come take my hand. Our bodies move just right. Feel that beat, a steady beat, a rhythm fights… Read More »

Burning Rose

Burning rose. You burn so well. Burning like a nightingale. Burning beauty. Burn so bright. Bleeding color into my night. Dying heart. You die so well. Dying underneath my spell. Dying promise. How you die. Departing without a single cry. Loving tender. I love you still. Loving still the space you filled. Loving memory. Come love… Read More »


Could I say what I wish to say, a whisper in the wind. Yesterday died and tomorrow is a lie, but still I begin again. Will I write what they will write or can I own my pen? I use my words as I want. It is the only way to win. Can I stay… Read More »

Painted Smiles

Painted smiles. Come paint me now. Evenly painted, spreading trowel. Painting happiness. Paint me a smile. A perfect smile to last awhile. Painting me. Let me paint you. Let me show you what is seen by few. Painted perfection. Are we perfect yet? Painting the outlines others set. -OM

Left Hand, Right

My right hand writes my mind. My left hand writes my soul. In between lives a torn heart. It battles for the right and left. It is the right and left. But what day does not have a night and light? Writing open truths for those that only know lies. Telling lies to hope the… Read More »