Words

I'll have a proper gander
At all the lies you scrawl
But when I read I feel like
My back's against the wall
The vitriolic hatred
Your page's dripping blood
But I am not some sheep who's
Just chewing on your cud
My poetry's attrition
This war is thought and word
I rhyme out my frustration
My protest will be heard
Semantics are important
I think therefore I am
My word expresses reason
And this is what I plan
I will not stand aside when
This bigotry and fear
Are used to stop the right to
Be questioning or queer
Pan or Intersexual
Two spirited or A
This is not the seventies
We're now much more than gay
I may just be poet
I'm not a man of deed
But sometimes thought and words are
Exactly what you need
So LGB and T folk
Please rally to the call
Embrace the disenfranchised
Equality for all

Serpent

The promise of the fruit I've yet to taste
Temptation knows it hangs beyond my reach
And when it's ripe I'd savour without haste
For Eve an apple, I would take the peach
Perfection I can see you from afar
Yet I will never clamber up the tree
For all I want is to be where you are
But it's unlikely you will fall for me
Forbidden fruit so easy to desire
Reality is made of rougher skin
So I pretend my plane is flying higher
My thought as deed would no doubt be a sin
When Eden's bounty falls upon the earth
The serpent knows my honour and its worth

Situationist

Once you knew me
Things have changed
Situation
Rearranged
Friend and lover
Now estranged
My behaviour
Was deranged

Sorry I was
Such a state
Hard to lose my
Former mate
Put on hold but
Could not wait
Love is dead yet
We relate

Stranger now I
See you there
Funny we were
Such a pair
So much substance
Just thin air
Try but find that
I still care

Love will never
Truly die
You and I see
Eye to eye
Set you free and
Let you fly
I'm the one that
Gets you high

Come to me and
Let's rewind
Wonder if one day
You'll find
I am always
On your mind
Situation's
Realigned

More is maybe less

I want more or maybe less with you
More demands the body, mind and soul
Less might be the truth to make me whole
What we have right now will never do
Let’s be honest what are we about
Meeting of the minds when two is one
Just a moment’s superficial fun
Talk the truth and let’s remove the doubt
I could live without you easily
Though you brighten every single day
Independence always was my way
Do you feel the same regarding me
Bright your love like fever in your eye
Desperate in your all or nothing plan
Want me I’m the one and only man
Held so tight it makes me wonder why
Loose your grip or you will find me lost
Set me free and I might seek your nest
Choice is when you see me at my best
Bonds are almost never worth the cost
How I yearn for you when we’re apart
Breathing space so we don’t suffocate
Thoughts of you bring me ecstatic state
Now I’m free to offer you my heart

Hate

The look he gave was one of such disdain
As if he caught a whiff of open drain
He promised he would never come again
I stripped the sheets from bed where we had lain
He thinks that I’m to blame for his desire
That somehow I ignite eternal fire
That burning in his groin will not expire
But I am just a fan to take it higher
The thing he can’t abide is found within
Discomfort lurks beneath that perfect skin
And what I think is beauty labelled sin
He sees himself as lost for giving in
Compassion is the love that I will show
This hate of self a pain I also know

The Art

When beauty walked into the room I drew
My breath and wondered had he asked for me
As if my language I forgot I knew
I stood before him struck so silently
An artist with my canvasses of lust
So huge in public gallery not hung
But beauty isn’t something art should trust
For surface isn’t where our work is done
Undress the beauty show what lies beneath
And let me draw your breath into my soul
The canvas of your heart has sparked belief
A brush of lips and I have lost control
I stripped my love and now I have to find
The art to capture beauty in the mind

Space

My inner space so when did you appear
Intruder uninvited on my plane
For lonely gripped my fingers in your sphere
Your angle’s not conducive to my aim
A vacuum mother nature does abhor
But I am not your mother little boy
And you plus me’s not what my line is for
So I’ll divide and leave remainder joy
Subtracting you negates the need to cry
The algebra of love’s insanity
My x will never equal, don’t ask why
We shoud not meet until infinity
An integer still single in my prime
What matters is I have my space in time