Biography of Jacob Randall
I am a twenty year old male. I grew up in a small town and was raised by a loving and devoted mother. My father was never in the picture. Lets see. I am gay. I enjoy poetry, music, theater, opera, art, dancing and singing.
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Jacob Randall Poems
Loves Keen Sting
Loves Keen Sting I walked along an empty road. Twas dark as night and the weather dreary. I heard a noise and turned to see a sight most pleasing to mine eyes. Behold in the distance. A spectral form. A shining beacon in the night. I am smitten. I run and run. for what seems like hours. Alas you remain ever distant. I have gained no ground. I reach out my hand and in a gasping voice cry out. Prezioso. Prezioso. Come to he who loves you dearly.
Where Dreams May Come
I dreamed a dream of days gone by. I heard a voice from a time long past. I looked up to find a friend I had not seen for many years. Twas the voice of innocence. I heard the cry of pain. Pride, vanity, a mortal stain. I looked up to see eyes aglow, branding the coldest Winters' snow.
A Dreamer's Dream
Once we were young and full of laughter. Life was wondrous and we could not be happier. As time went by our love which was once so grand seemed well to pass before our eyes. Gone were the days when we could talk and snuggle. The days have gone down and life brings with it many challenges. We were once young and full of laughter. I looked at you and always was I made happier. As time went by our love only grew. I look at you now and I know it could be a happily ever after tale.
For Love Of Life
Take me out for a walk in the moonlight. Take me out and make me smile. Sing me a song to lift my spirits. Take me out for a walk in the moonlight. Show me the wonders of the world. Show me the magic of fairies and sprites. For love of life.
A Tribute To Love Snd Life
Born of man and of woman, we learn to live our lives. We laugh. We sing. We grow. We love. But though are love is different, truly we are human still. Beans cut from the same stalk. So why the rush to fry me so?
My Shining Knight
He calls to me and with his presence lights up my life. My shining knight. My star so bright. His voice fills me with cheers as he lifts me into his arms.
Where Dreams May Come
I dreamed a dream of days gone by. I heard a voice from a time long past. I looked up to find a friend I had not seen for many years. Twas the voice of innocence.
I heard the cry of pain. Pride, vanity, a mortal stain. I looked up to see eyes aglow, branding the coldest Winters' snow.
Twas not innocence that stood before me but the face of Man's eternal doom. What gloom it was that I did see. Alas. Alas. How could it be this our fate? Is there nothing yet that man can do to redeem his ete