Precious Rare

there is beauty out there

precious, rare

jewels in the earth

difficult to gain

that hidden vein

of endless worth

crushed, milled,

boiled, distilled

to make a single hope

mined from dismal seams

the gems of dreams

to help us cope

-o0o-

Beating Giving Up

when 

giving 

up 

is 

at 

the 

top 

of 

the 

list

turn 

the 

list 

upside 

down

and 

start 

writing

and 

keep 

writing

and 

put 

as 

many 

words

in

between

you

and

giving

up

as

possible

-o0o-

Friendship

people badmouth other people to me

people who are supposed to be friends

I wonder if they speak the same way about me

and I know I can be difficult to like
by comparison they should say far worse things about me
and what does that say about our friendship?

-o0o-

Eat and be Merry

come and eat, friends

you soaked in the blood of your peers

you bruised at the hands of your keepers

sit and eat, feast at my table

let go of your daily fears

for a moment, just for a while

allow yourself this time

and join me for tea

a safe spot with you and me

my friends, for now

while times are calm

and friendship heals our constant qualm

eat, be merry, love one each other

it's nothing much in colder climes

when smiles are all the sutures we have

and the only pain killers I have are words and rhymes

I only have kisses for your bruises

and food for a heart sorrowed

what we gain now, tomorrow loses

and all we own is borrowed

-o0o-

Repurposed

some folk keep their demons in the cupboards

    some under the stairs

    under the bed locked up in pairs

some folk keep their demons in their pocket

    others far, far away

    some keep their demons locked up

    hoping to keep them at bay

I keep my demons ground fine

    to add sparkle to my eye shadow

    a shimmer to my waterline

        their blood a paste to moisturize

    and make my skin oh – so – fine

conditioning my hair with demon bile

    a jar in the fridge for nail polish
no need to abolish

    the sinful little fuckers

if they come for me

    I’ll eat them up

        munch and bite

            demon bone to keep the teeth white

-o0o-

This poem was inspired by this picture posted by a friend on Facebook:

Bleeding Heart

you'll forgive me if I stutter

when I speak of things that matter

I'm sorry but I'm not that cold

when I speak the tales that should be told

I don't have that luxury to freeze

switch myself off with flippant ease

these things that hurt me so

I can't just let them go

I am not made of such distant stuff

or set in stone all cruel and rough

dispassion is not how I'm built

when innocent blood is spilt

so you'll forgive me if I cry

when I see innocent people die

-o0o-

Storm

lighting kissed the power grid

and every object plugged in was

overwhelmed

the entire neighbourhood blushed

for a moment

as the lights died for an hour

and light hid it's face in shame

-o0o-

Gaytopia

thin pinkwashed veneer

around a well oiled machine

a punching press for

perfect

muscular

cisgender

white

Ken dolls

proudly rainbow

while the brown queer trans girl bleeds

a thin coat

to weather this one storm

this one time it won't last

and even your little gaytopia will fail

because having bought into that

the very system that hates you

you've set the stage for your own undoing

you've bought yourselves mansions

with borrowed currency

covered in the blood of we you claim to represent

and now the money is spent

where are you?

tucked away behind champaign and wedding cake

isn't it great?

it got better did it?

funny

we were promised that too

-o0o-

Old Creature

it's not merely enough
for me to say I'm afraid
of the sickness inside me
the uphill parade
the doubt, the self loathing
and hoping I can trade
one more day, one more day
so I can buy the dreams I made
so long ago, when they were cheap
and bills were automatically paid
and this sickness that crawls
ties me down to that spot
arms crossed, legs splayed
a puppet to the cinema
projected on my psyche and played
over and over
till I start to fade

old creature, old creature
that lives in my gut
tell me the secret
to escape this rut

"spirit, old spirit"
it answers
with as always
tightining the reigns
"kill me
or kill yourself"

I guess I have a battle on my hands

-o0o-