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

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

Puzzling

If all my dreams are avenues I’ve walked
I hope the final turning brings me peace
If all my thoughts are conversations talked
The puzzle solved could win me my release
If all I have imagined could be real
My dreams would lie prosaic on the floor
If all the wonder isn’t what I feel
Then magic won’t be found here anymore
If all the truth I’m given is a lie
Those dusty dreams are trampled under feet
If all that I can do is wonder why
I guess my life will never feel replete
But if you dream and wonder what will be
You might just be the piece completing me

Who

And if you could be anybody else
I wonder who you would decide to be
The world of full of others than the self
The choice is rather broad you must agree
A Nobel Prize for literature or peace
Celebrity in glossy magazine
A prisoner of conscience on release
Or supermodel on the catwalk seen
I’d like to be both bold and beautiful
Mandela and Beyoncé intertwined
Perhaps it would be far more meaningful
To be just who I am and try to find
Within myself I wonder could I be
A person someone else would want to be

Muscle Mary

My friends just call me Paul which I like best
I skate, I bike, I shoot a little pool
A boy who’s hanging out with all the rest
My friends love me and that is really cool
I’d like to swim one day up at the lake
For now I’m happy sitting on the side
Too shy for skinny dipping cos I hate
Physique does not give me a sense of pride
But one day soon all that will be transformed
More masculine and muscular each day
And when I have the surgery performed
I won’t have mountains standing in my way
My mum says she can’t love me as a man
But Mary is no longer who I am 

Mother Universe

Mother all that you have given me
The everything you are and yet you too
Creation of the mother grand I see
And mother so it goes the ages through
A product of a line but quite unique
My parts assembled choose how they combine
Inside of me the provenance I seek
My ancestors exist with me in time
And life began so long before my birth
And long after I’m gone this world will be
And each of us are small but each has worth
We touch and things they change so subtly
Oh mother universe I will become
Apart but yet a part of everyone