My family is better than your family...

My Dad wouldn't care if I was gay,
words of love would be all he had to say,
he's pretty **** okay.
& because my Mum's 1/4 Burmese
I tan dead easy in the summer breeze,
sun's out? Guns' out!
If your Dad discovered you'd gave head to a him he'd shoot your head in,
son's out? Gun's out.
Your Mums not alright,
& she's all white,
that's why you go well red.
Oh, my parents bought me books, that's why I'm well read,
yours said "******* I'm busy, take your illiterate little ****** *** to bed!"!

When the last dream of you
I told you as soon as I could,
straight on wake;
the
tales
of
sleep
communicate.
Now
lay as a
closeness
rescinds,
oh,
the things we nearly did
with wings.

Do not stop and ponder
a decay
but crush brittle curl
with a memory of yesterday,
when I was strong
and green
and could not fall
until this time,
after my time.

In far muddy ground
you’re dry land,
thickening clogs
blocked with cease
are not beyond your fixing reach;
cautious steps become ballet,
the
dancing for you.

On a Wednesday morn at work I was after food,
so I said to my manager, "I'm off for a break dude!"
I walked out of the employment building and thought, "I can't wait to eat,
my stomach's proper churning and my belly wants a treat."
I bounded to the shop
with the I'm starving hop.
When I got there I grabbed some peanut butter, crisps and bread
and glistened with the fact that I was soon to be fed,
I went to the woman at the counter and remarked, "Hi! Hope you're well, can I have this please?"
She replied, "Course you can!" I felt my famish ease.
She rang it all through and commented, "That will be £3.63!"
I went, "Sweet, just let me get the fee!"
But when I reached in my satchel for my wallet I did a ohhh ****, ****, ****,
I've ******* left it in work!
So I said to the woman, "Oh ****, I've not got the moolah on me (I felt a right ****),
can you just put it to one side and I'll be back in a bit?"
She riposted, "Ahh, don't worry about it, for your forgetfullness I'll cater,
just take the goods and bring the cash in later!"
I was like, "Are you sure? Wow, that's real swell,
awesome awesome, to you all of well!"
I left Sainsburys feeling the goodness in life flow,
and then I spotted this lovely crow!
It was on top of a discarded receptacle that once held a Mac D's
and the remnants of the scoff it was trying to seize,
I got my phone out and went, "Ohh, this ace bird attempting in it's gob sustenance to flick
will make a really mint pic!",
but it was a windy time and the paper holder went out of the crow's reach,
from her grasp and blew up the street.
I felt crestfallen for the winged thing, my being started to lag,
until I remembered what I had in my bag!
I tore open the bread and broke it into tiny parts and said, "Here you go mate, I know that other foodie you did miss
but have some of this!"
And then it occured to me that if someone hadn't gave me the stuff I wouldn't have been able to do that;
I felt the warm in the universe, I heard a joyful clap,
because kindness reciprocates wherever it is found,
from person to person to bird, from the top to the ground,
and when I looked back and watched the crow nibble on the bread before it flew away,
I realised this was turning into a wonderful beautiful day!
(P.S. I went back and paid the woman a hour later!)

Anything
may
seem
a half life
after
such
rush,
so when the rescind is real
it is totally apparent,
nothing more
than a fade
of the full,
just because
the clear of the clarity that was;
the end of our tour,
our tour to source,
the simple end  
of a tour de force.

Whatever happens
getting over you won't be a problem,
and that's not pre empting
bitter exclaim,
saying you meant nothing,
no,
you did,
you're wonderful.
Nor does it mean
I was immune to your charms
or the pangs or clangs
calling love to arms.
And not that I won't
be sad
for the stop
at promise
and what we may have missed,
just,
just because.
No,
it won't be a problem to get
over
because it means
there was joy to get over,
a joy that made days full
of time;
where all that was
was
at once.

Don't like thinking of what may come,
it can take from the moment,
dilute future fun,
gazing on the moon,
while dreaming of sun,
forgets to walk, as craving run.
But sometimes I see us
laughing in arm, exploring the wild,
ignoring alarm, raising to smile,
touring our spin and erasing  riled,
face to face warm,
shaking seams to
wondrous form.
Side by side in summer storm.
Astral fireworks over head,
lay together in bed;
don't like thinking of what will come,
it dilutes future fun,
but
just
for this moment
I'll think on this one.

Don't go cat,
who will eat Go Cat
and lap
a tiny bowl.
A brittle arc in spring sun,
after running's done.
Lame in lazy thoughts,
strident paws
reach for chirping,
when you were fast;
in summer grass
you leap again

And now I have to take you down
to seem like you weren't even there;
Christmas I love you,
the once a year fanfare!

Bye bye!

Until next time!

When I miss someone a bit
I have the tendency to feel
a tad sad,
far from a toppling grief
adding a pall to all proceeding,
more nourished roots
missing the time of seeding;
every hop and skip
is still done
with swift
and sprightly,
every bus on time,
even the ones that run nightly;
but when the sun was full today it shone a little less brightly.

Fading next to summer strength,
but
still
and unshy
of green,
it's just a range
gone.
No falling thoughts,
as you fall soon,
as once
in bloom.

As the light
goes more,
by a pond,
on my Mum's birthday,
ducks,
and geese
make noises to each other,
perhaps fighting the growing dark
with the call of
"are you okay?"
The same as you
taught me we
can
do,
everyday.

I'm not that keen on chocolate,
i can have or have not with sniff,
my head isn't frail it's skully,
what X Files case is this?

1 No coco nut.
2 No coke or not.
3 No coconut.

You leave
but make no effort with doors,
small barriers rescind without touch,
I love you much.
A room with walls is nothing now
when maybe glides in the skies beat eyes;
everywhere usurping somewhere,
no lurks in lairs
or nestled corners;
a warmer, a light,
where all is all right.

Your core, defensive,
then, attacking
verdantly.
A green will go
and approach bark
with the spark of rushing,
after fall.

All events
about see,
sails risen
with homing precision;
never lost at sea
when you’re
looking at me.

Please be immortal,
don't ever
go to a land
I don't
understand.

Don't ever drop
to a world
out of my control;
always be here,
always add to my whole.

You make my  two too;
my love is populated
because
of you.

About to leap
to fill
but then
stop,
as it does;
what it would always
would in the time of
it's own,
no need to delve
for could,
or should;
just a roam in the will of always would.

You could make something small
tall
as a giraffe
with your soaring essence
and belly laugh.

When we both declared dehydrated
you gave us in an instant
your last radiator warmed Sprite;
oh how like you
to quench,
and share,
and be bright.

I'm glad when I dispensed with toys
I preferred girls
to boys,
not to say there would have been anything wrong
with skipping down Canal Street  singing a song, with hunky blokes as far as the eye can see,
it's okay for others
just not for me.
If the caprice of sexuality swayed the other way
I believe I may not have woke with you today,
our hand holds lost
in a flurry of men
all giving a toss;
but rather then know a cockatoo I know you, another bird;
my intimate hit,
bringing peace of kit,
a tantalising fit.

Maybe,
now,
nine
planets near
enough to name;
another lucky thing
to exist
in the time of you.

Wings hidden well
and never spread with
surprise,
you wait till eye shut
and then run loud in cloud,
you complete,
cusping and converging,
fresh, new,
how like you.
Then descend without a hint of flight,
knowing light.

When you blow up balloon I stare;
what was dead rubber becomes alive
in air.

In autumn
you
sit alive
in leafy
fanfare,
I'm glad
it’s so;
my sudden constant
in time of go;
making all my happy.

In all the four corners of the room,
amongst the selfies
and the sit down snacks,
you have,
as ever,
the beautiful knack
of being here,
and wonderful.

The storm
make believe
with ease;
your soar roaring.

If there is
a time I don't know you
the world won't stop,
leaves will still rise
and fall
with season
in the park,
and sometimes the scared
will be
called in
from
the dark.
A small plot of land left as useless
finds a way to verdant
in bright,
and all of petals
may find flight
in the blue
of sweet sunlight.
But it would be incomplete
without you there:
the brilliant breathing
in no air.

So I wake up & think,
"Ohh, a message on Whatsapp,
I'll check that baby later,
for that nourish I will cater,
hmm outside it looks mild,
take your time Si, punctuality is the last reserve of the boring, said Oscar Wilde.
But you don't want to get the "where have you been" glare & the "I've been sat here for ages" stare."
So I gather my sleepy head with all my power,
get my work game on & hit the shower.
As I cleanse my skin layer by layer I ponder,
"hmm, have I got enough juice in my MP3 player to see me through on the 192?"
I scrub quickly in a ******* sigh,
"oh oh oh fuckkkkk! Si, you've got shower gel in your eye!"
All my thoughts of enough walking music to hurl me up the road are lost in my optic feeling like it's going to explode.
"It hurts! It hurts! ******* vanilla & raspberry,
is the cyclopitic pain really necessary?".
I now don't have time for thoughts of on time hurry
if I'm going blind or not is now my greatest worry.
The stupid anxieties vanish
in minutes of strife,
like they do in real life,
I don't think I'll care that I haven't budgeted for pre payday weekend beer if I get a call saying
you're not here,
& from what I know you disappear.
Not to dwell on what grief does loom,
you & me right now sail through the future gloom;
you're the best of the best
never stop,
I love you
I love you
I love you lots.
This soapy grip on my eye starts to ease,
anxious not
in the July breeze.

No imagined conversations
where laughter pools
light and loose,
the only grip on each other.
Not to think of meetings,
when we greet effortlessly
and move into our occupation
with ease and smiles.
To not walk through thoughts
where us is the center of ourselves
and all else shelved for hours,
not to grasp another singing day;
what will
will
without will.
Now you,
now you.

You join you,
once,
enough,
you can never do too much.
Union, you again,
fending and mending,
crash and lark;
your sight far.

I could be happier,
by not thinking,
how i could
be happier.

Presents from present,
not anticipating
gifts wrapped tightly
and stowed beyond reach ;
this moment to seek.

Watch words,
not watching words
when with you,
possible and posable
no thing imposing or impossible ; we can fight a storm front with our warm sun.

Now on days at my desk
I think of you
and your brilliant blue.

Don't migrate yet,
you'll miss summer's going
goodbye;
but your wings do look beautiful,
in fade,
in sky.

Perfect prowling Poppet,
with the lives of nine;
I'm so glad that one of them
is being spent with mine.

It means to forget
a victory.
Binded hands wait for what ;
morning conundrum
and for the thunder
after fun's done
and mope throw!

It's always in focus,
everything you do.
And,
when lids drop
there's thankful clapping for the highs,
and for the sunshine
from your eyes.

I'm lucky that up until now
my heart has beat ever day
but the past few months
it's been warmer
and as mornings grow
a tad colder
they also seem warmer,
the time when the year turns
colder
is warm;
for no other reason than you.

A winter forms
on leaves that held hot sun
and summer run,
from a start that fulfilled promise.
What was strong watches
tumbling pirouettes of regret
gather on ground and wait
for the laugh stall of last fall ;
passing preserved and went.

You remind me of blue skies
and billowing flags,
signalling a attempt
of something joyful.

I love you.
Today has been magnificent,
we saw the span of us:
the differences, trials
and
tribulations
but also the love that led to standing at rainy train stations,
waiting to be carried into arms
that with their touch
allow our world to become one present moment of comforting joy,
where all is right,
and
full of bright.
I love you.

If you were condensation
I’d have you in every room,
bringing joy to the pane;
refracting the light of summer again.

A gaze trying not to settle
runs through
all the things I know,
so far,
about you.
Fear being abrupt or early,
although,
unfurl thee.
Contains rush in awesome hush;
quiet and curled up
tries not to think on the cup,
the cusp of the cup.

Want
on was leaves,
small steps while futile implores
on the floor.
But it all happens itself.
No hurry or rush
or do
or do not,
as easy as green calling to show  
with no making low
in the months near snow;
the start and
full
of long ago.

Near you
is being sat under butterfly blue skies;
a world resplendent with confident soaring,
not seeming
to flutter by.

It congregates
too late
when you are in front of me
but don't start memory,
just here
and now.
Never worn
or
pristine.

If
our hands touched daily
would I think of you lots?
When you went to
the shop
would I think of you lots?
Would I make up
a voyage of synchronicity
where the only thing between us
is invisible sustaining air;
if you were close
would flights of fancy cease;
no more puzzle,
the final piece.