Did I see the real you, not this imposter that I thought I knew?
Like a movie image that flashed and disappeared, showing the horror awaiting.
I saw your pain, your fear, your sorrow, your soul.
I saw the tears through laughing eyes.
I heard your scream above your laughter.
I felt you stiffen when loving arms embraced you.
Your confidence gone, fear filled your frame.
I saw it.
Briefly.
But it was there.
For now I know you wear a mask.
And I will watch over you.
I am here.
Your friend.
Your partner.
For you.
Always.

I could want you, love you, desire you.
I could give up everything for you.
Yet it would be I who was gaining so much more.
I could need you as the sun needs the morning.
I could need your touch and die for your kiss.
All this I could do.
If only you knew I existed

I pinned your picture to the back of my door and threw hearts at it.

​You’re a ****, you know you are.
You the **** in your tricked out car.
You're the **** in your SUV.
The ******* **** in your MGB.
You at the wheel of your Scania truck.
A *******, boy, you don’t give a ****.
I see you texting as you speed along.
Checking your social or choosing a song.
I’ve a friend who’s now left alone.
By one like you and your ******* phone.
One day you’ll **** or ruin a life.
As someone did his lovely wife.
I pray that day will never come.
So just stop now, don't be so dumb.

I have a sign upon my gate to warn about my mutt
And put a spring upon it to ensure it’s always shut.
Now he’s a pretty big boy imposing I would say
But really all his barking means he just wants to play.
Sure I know all us dog owners utter the same cry
“He’s really very friendly,” and “he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
But I understand the panic when he shoots out through the door
At the fella with my parcel from the online mega store.
I’ve made a place to leave it, a well-placed plastic bin
So they can stay outside the gate, there’s no need to come on in
And a sign beside the other that tells them where it’s at
But this fella with my parcel has the eyesight of a bat.
The postman knows the set-up Yodel know the score
DHL and FedEx, don’t approach the door
But Amazon I wonder, can their driver really read
For they’re the only people who seem to take no heed.
So when my boy starts barking and it’s going on and on
I know I’ve had a parcel left from ****** Amazon.

​I want to set the record straight, to put this thing to bed.
This thing of saying soccer, just remove it from your head.
The sport is known as football to all that love the game.
So please don’t call it soccer, or any other name.
And whilst we’re on this subject, those boots upon your feet.
Have studs stuck on the bottom, what’s this nonsense about cleats?
When no one wins it’s called a draw, it’s not a tie you know.
When no one scores we call it nil, so please don’t say zero.
We play the game upon a pitch, cows graze in a field.
So in some words you understand, please stop, please quit, please yield!

Mankind really baffles me, and I’ve never understood.
How some can be so hateful yet others be so good.
DNA I hear you say, it’s all down to the genes.
But surely nurture matters or the lack of it, it seems.
At what age does it manifest, they way we’re going to be.
The good or bad that’s in us, when do we start to see.
Children can be cruel but they have yet to learn.
Do we ignore the warnings, no reason for concern?
Is how we are a lottery, just a toss of a god’s big dice.
One to three your nasty, four to six your nice?
But surely it’s not black and white we’ve all got both inside.
It’s just to me the good in some is what they choose to hide.
I wish I had the answer, but I know I’m very sure.
In this world where evils winning we need to find a cure.