Goal

I wished not for true love,
A mate whose soul fit mine like a glove,
But for a chance to make a living,
While I was giving,
This notion of living in the city that made my heart leap since I was a kid,
An honest to goodness shot of success

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

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Today I woke up,
and drank from my cup,
of Joe,
Knowing I don’t have to implore my mother to adore and love me,
I can be simply be,
and bring a calm and collective me,
everywhere I go

Never going to and fro,
playing straight,
Instead embracing my fate,
Enjoying the fact I live,
work,
and love the fact I made my 9 year old dream of living in NYC a reality and be,
Just another gay,
and not something to keep at bay

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

Truism #2

All I have to do,
Whenever I feel really really blue,
Is when I think I’m down,
I’m never really out,
Because I never have to doubt,
That amongst the frentic mass of humanity called the world,
that I’m not loved

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

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I longed for the day,
to summon that still inner voice from within and hear it say:

“You’re loved”

After hearing that siren call,
I started to fall,
down,
down,
DOWN

My heart finally accepting what the siren call uttered for years,
All I had to do was let go of my fears,
and believe it to be

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

Blondie (a summation)

When we first met,
I dared bet,
that you and I would mix like water and oil,
that our love would soon simmer to a violent boil,
my playing your silly foil,
as your addictions tear you to shreds,
asking for seconds,
and thirds,
and fourths

Until one day,
I dared to say,
Unless you keep your addictions at bay,

I can’t

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

Darlings (for Dani and Em)

When I see you two,
Fresh with hope,
I choke,
Welling with pride,
Knowing that the world will be a slightly better place,
Simply because of your pretty,
smiling,
thoughtful,
and lovely faces

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

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With you haunting my psyche no more,
I FINALLY,
feel as though I can soar

And though I may fuck up,
At least I can drink from the cup,
Of discovering M.E….ME,
Without you insisting how I should be

© Gregory J. Broderick 2003, 2018

Rise

The last thing I remember is her,
That diminutive vision of grace,
Standing in my kitchen,
Smiling

Upon impact,
Once I uttered my acknowledgement of my impending end,
I longed for a friend,
Hoping to convey my regrets,
Praying she knew how amazing I knew she was

For three hours,
One minute and 30 seconds,
I was unconscious,
Praying to hear the mortal chorus,
Asking me to join them amongst the living

I couldn’t,
My body wracked with pain,
I struggled to wake up,
Knowing I had something to live for,
I approach the door,
Faintly teeming with life,
Entering without a hint of fright,
But with longing,

Only to awaken,
Grateful to see another living being

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

Meditation #361

As I walk,
I have no reason to balk,
Fret,
Worry,
nor shake with fear,
For as long as I hear,
the stillness along the pier,
Gazing midtown from across the river,
I have no reason to frown,
Feeling that eternal quiet,
Residing between my ears,
Knowing all is right,
With me,
myself and I,
and the world around me

© Gregory J. Broderick 2018

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