But

Take

But it is given.

Have

But it is shared.

Here

But you were driven.

Safe

But you were scared.

Held

But only freely.

Love

But do not bind.

Leave

But don’t forget me.

Gone

But on my mind.

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Communication Breakdown

Who are you forgetting me

Message in bottle sent

Thought like waves across the sea

Written words you never meant

Where are you belonging now

Sharing all I gifted you

Want to stop my longing how

Changing isn’t what I do

Why did constant come to end

Can forever never last

Like a book to freely lend

Future from disrupted past

Question you don’t give your word

All the silence I have heard

Blank Slates

Dear Teacher will you crush my dreams in your curriculum

I have so many questions that will help me understand

The world is so amazing but you seem to be so numb

I wonder will you help me or dismiss me out of hand

Dear Teacher I am present but the slate is turning blank

I hope you recognise that you don’t teach me what I need

My hopes were high but over time it seems they slowly sank

And school took my excitement, I no longer am the seed

Dear Teacher I am leaving yet you still don’t know my name

My life will be pedestrian my future only grey

Adventures I had longed for but my dreams you gently tamed

Canary in a cage but I won’t sing for you today

Dear Teacher were you once like me and did you dare to hope?

I see you that you aren’t living but somehow you seem to cope

Homo Phobia

I twist and turn but cannot fit

No space in tiny mind

So flexible yet won’t admit

A place not mine to find

And so I sprawl and own it all

Create the man I am

A king who lives beyond the wall

The flood without a dam

I’m uncontained and unrestrained

No cramping of my style

Phenomenon quite unexplained

You cannot cloud my smile

I twist and turn contortion was

Creator of the new

But out of all proportion was

The hate I felt from you

He hollowed out the emptiness

And put it on one side

Subtracted all that made him less

The self was in divide

Impossible what has been done

And yet it’s clear to see

He seems to now be more than one

The prisoner so free

Unlocked the chains around his heart

Which bound the soul with hate

Removed the darkest heavy part

To reach euphoric state

His emptiness is inner space

A place to draw a breath

And at the end the human race

Is angel born in death

The Dawn of the Everyman

The clouds had cast their net across the sky

To catch my sun and stop its early rise

And weather done by god knows who or why

A beauty hit me square between the eyes

It dawned on me as yellow orange red

Of morning smeared quite natural yet so high

That I could stay forever in my head

And never question what has gone awry

The truth is an observer not a star

This bed I’ve made is where I constant lie

I’m here but I’m not going very far

A second rate and very Cold War spy

Yet beauty finds the everyman at last

So clear the cloudy peel away the mask

Being

Contemplating all I never was

Reflecting on the paths I didn’t take

Cogitating what and if because

Perception of the self is what’s at stake

Steps I’ve taken wonder were they go

A merry dance that somehow landed here

Worry in my head and yet I know

That nothing can be worse than what I fear

Time to put a stop to all this thought

Procrastinating traps us in the mind

Clear my head and take a little a walk

The joy of not quite sure what I might find

All I never was will never be

And thus I am a human being me