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

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

Tomboy

She's boy-girl butch
Her chinos and a shirt
So strong and proud
No trace of dust or dirt
And every day
In park at early dawn
No place to stay
From family she is torn
A real misfit
With nowhere to belong
She's used to it
Been told that she is wrong
Stay safe and strong
While you are sleeping rough
Oh boy-girl life
Means you need to be tough

…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…

Watered Silk

Scraps of disappointment in the tree
The warp and weft is hanging now in shreds
The fabric that was wrapped and made us we
Is nothing more than many broken threads
I brought my needle why don't you have yours
Repairing what we have a task to share
But you disdain my craft and thus my mores
And you would leave our life just dangling there
So I will weave a different tale alone
The warming red replaced with silver chill
For loving you has ultimately shown
The beating hearts to easily are still
My solitary silk is watered tears
My comfort cold to come in lonely years

Not Everyday

Every day he's walking on his own
Every day he's always by himself
Every day he's stepping out from home
Every day he's not yet on the shelf
Every day he's smiling as he walks
Every day he's looking all about
Every day he's silent never talks
Every day he's happy to be out
If one day he didn't reappear
If one day he didn't smile at you
If one day you'll wish he was still here
Let this be the day for something new
Everyday you're walking by his side
Every day a conversation new
Every day your routines coincide
Every day's less lonely when there's two