Out on the Street

The street I do not walk because of you

I’ve found a very different way to home

And if I never face you I can be

Secure along the newer paths I roam

For now I only see you in my dreams

Those nightmares disappear into the dawn

Reality is brighter than the sun

And from my mind the deed it has been torn

Just recently I almost walked your way

I paused and took a different path instead

I wonder if I’ll ever pass your door

Without the drying mouth of fear and dread

Your bitter can not sour what is sweet

For fear cannot beat pride out on the street

Dead or Alive

What did you find in the bottom of the bottle
How many demons to release
Poured you a drink and then poured for you another
One way to get a little peace
What did you want when you told me you were leaving
I watched you falling out the door
Did you believe I would lose myself in grieving
I felt like I'd been through the war
You're so unkind on the days that you are drinking
How many days are in a week
Alcohol won but the friend got lost I'm thinking
Help wasn't something you would seek
Everyone knows never trust an alcoholic
They only want another glass
Hatred you'd spew after being melancholic
Thank you I will not kiss your arse
Nothing is found in the bottom of the bottle
Saving the pain on which your heartache seems thrive
Drinking is one way to numb the pain of hurting
Dead drunk but feel you're still alive

Conscious Beam

So many are not happy with their lot
This life on darkened roads you did not choose
Bemoaning everything that you are not
Will drive you a place where you will lose
Its good to make some changes, take control
Just look within and if by chance you find
That you are not too happy with your soul
Then search until your psyche's realigned
For what you seek is concrete, not a dream
It lives within if you decide to see
So make your inner eye a conscious beam
A torch along the path to who you'll be
And don't give up when frightened and alone
The light of love you shine will guide you home

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

…to be

Try to be more social
Mix with different friends
You should just get out more
Know how this one ends

People can be complex
Harsh and unrefined
So my usual reflex
Meetings strictly timed

You can have an hour
You, a little more
Keep you a distance
Tally up the score

Everyday I must see
One or sometimes two
Then I can get on with
What I like to do

People make me tired
Like to be alone
When your time's expired
I will wander home

Life is on the spectrum
Socialising's fraught
With a few controls though
Life is as it ought…

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