beauty, love, lust, masculinity, poetry, sex, women

kissing in a burning building

Imagine being handcuffed

To a maniac

In a burning building

I’m the maniac

The fire which licks the walls

To ashes

And trying to pull away

But the heat

The light

The smoke comes from my pores

A blissful, blessed burning

A form of insanity

Chosen, celebrated

Within

Reviled, mocked without

But the fire burns away

The nerves

And the maniac tells

Me the truth when

I’m willing to listen

A good dream awaits

And I grab you

Pin you down

Make you hotter

Than the fire

More insane

Than the lunatic

Fuck the light into you until

It comes through your

Pores

Fill you for days

Then you might know

As a shadow, cooling and languid,

Falls across me

Smouldering fire

Sleeping lunatic

And I rub my beard against you

Wanting you basted

In my musk

But it’s a moment’s relief

A spark

Dancing on the breeze like

A drunken moth

The lunatic awakes

And I smile

Breathe deep the smoke

And welcome the kiss

Of my flames

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‘I’m here to help.’

I was always

A Batman kind of kid,

Grateful for having a mother

And working out the

Endless beatings to be him,

But I liked the other guy

The sense of how when the world

Needed saving

He was all

‘I’m here to help.’

And there’s people who’d

Say I’m a villain,

But I liked the idea

Of goodness and strength

Sleeping in the same bed,

I’ve tried

I have,

Not always succeeded,

But if we make our own

Gods and monsters,

There’s something to be said

For making them float

From the sky

Offer a hand

And say

‘I’m here to help.’

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Where The Light Gets In

My bones strung

With Christmas lights,

And I feel the light getting out

Through the scars of my

Mistakes but I’ve learned,

How to offer forgiveness,

To those who warrant it,

Silence to those who do not,

And although there have been

Long stretches of velveteen dark,

I made myself real,

And took to the forest,

Fur damp and eyes gleaming,

If the mocking laughter

Reaches me

I’ve attuned my ears

To the envy,

And the pain beneath the

Anger,

I’ve felt it too,

And not seen it as a demonstration of

Virtue,

I live, laugh, love,

With too much force

To hold within

Without control,

Life is a test or

A celebration,

Sometimes both at the same time,

The lesser demons don’t

Break my skin,

And I see them with pity,

Even as I learn from them,

The earth moves beneath me,

Brings my muse closer,

To home,

A person,

A place

All three,

The same thing.

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Regal Pronouncement

I need no grand

Displays

The reward is in

The process,

As I write,

So I love,

Live and die,

Disposable to society’s

View but I am a king

Whose kingdom,

Is in the light of my

Eyes

The turn of my smile

The strength of my hand,

Ask my enemies,

Over my friends,

Defined by neither

Too closely,

You step into my

World and bring only

Yourself,

It is enough to build

A world within.

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By the fire

My eyes hurt

From staring too

Long into old dreams

Staying far from the places

Where they cut your shadow

From you as a condition

Of entry,

I will make my home

In the dust

Build a fire,

Find something to die

So I can fill

My belly

Such a life

Free of hollow imperatives,

Lends me strength

Against the teeth

Of lesser men,

Boys grown old and bitter,

But not up.

Manhood is a choice

Made by men,

And those who avoid it,

Become pallid enemies,

Pretending to be friends

To women,

I wait by the fire,

And soon you will

Come, baby girl,

Find your way here,

A home with me,

Wherever I go.

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The Last Of Us

They came for us,

Cut the horns from

Our heads to make us safe,

Left us bleeding in the

Dust,

Lost to a solipsistic dance,

Of glee,

And if one of my brothers charged

To save his own life,

They shot him and called it

A redress of grievances

Imbalances and how toxic

Our strength made us,

Yet as we dwindled,

Our concerns ignored,

They hunted us in silence,

Decried our existence,

Until it is just me,

I became the last

And now as the sun sets,

I leave the world to them,

Will they miss us,

When we are gone,

Strongest, wildest animal,

And those who loved us,

Kept silent,

But the anger has gone,

Minute in the face of such

Massive tragedy,

But my horn remains

True and upright

Even to

My last

Breath.

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Bryan

 

If I came home with

Good grades in English and Drama,

He’d sneer and ask why I couldn’t get them in maths,

Made me sit at the table,

Before congealing meals,

Until I finished or mum,

Would intercede,

She left him because of me,

Put herself through hard times,

I’ve never been able to express

How much it meant to me,

I saw him yesterday,

Wizened like a rotten apple,

In a mobility scooter,

I’d long since let go of the anger,

Like taking off shoes a size too small

I said hello and caught the bus

To work,

My life is good now,

And I became all he resented,

And all he was,

I wish him peace because there were

Are other fathers I’ve learned from,

They’re here, when I look in the mirror,

And my mum is fine,

I’ve learned from him,

And I wonder if he saw,

How I met his gaze,

Without anger,

And the way I carried myself,

As I walked on.

If not, it doesn’t matter.

I chose myself and those I love,

Over hating him.

 

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