I, a Man. A Woman.

I, a man
Trapped and concealed by female form
Face oestrogen and resistance from hormones of rage-
Unreasonably they misfire, and alter my brain.

Could I, a man
From my cage find feeling?
For a woman alike
For another female?
My eyes disagree
And I am bound to the men
Who estrange me, disrespect me
Wrestle my masculinity.

Does loneliness rise from man within woman?
Or does she house the potential
And nurture unrest.
Feminism an option only to dismiss
For fear my familiars would soon take amiss.

If my lady capsized and my gent made the shore
He would rise as a man, to gently escort
The fairest of maidens with paper weight hearts
With kindly intentions
Not genial farce.
He'd fail to mislead
Or damage, corrupt
But instead he would carry his heart in his handSubmit it to beauty
Stay linked to her arm.

If I, a man
Had freedom to roam
Casanova in envy, turning lust to love
His lovers' soul then his to keep
Can now rest assured
He'll devote and protect
And her feelings he'll hoard

Yet I, a woman
Tend not, to women alikePush instead thumb of man
Internally and out.

Transient is the Poet!

Infatuated is the Poet

Inspiration sought and seized

Love each in their own sweet time

No pausing to bereave

Fascinated is the Poet

Novelty to win and wear

As a brand new sovereign piece

Until burnished from the tear.

Dismayed is the Poet

Rejection read and received

Replace the muse once pedestalled

And change the words in turn.

The Hands of Fate

Love intensifies like a laser beam

It hurts and restricts until it’s hard to breathe
Only karma can see how many hearts you break.

How many souls you chew up and spit out by the week
There’s a charge for my deeds, made payable to fate

Who sits by her strings, to lacerate hope
Each new tear to well from somewhere within

Rejects pain from the inside with each salty sting
To deserve devastation seems an unjust crime

But fate only works elsewhere in my life

Humanity removed, I’ve no need for fuel

Every organ will coat, every feeling ignored
My heart’s in your hands, do as you choose

If I have choice left then I’ll use it on you
Whilst I remain unscathed and un-bruised

From all the bitterness, held back by youth
I’ll be open and honest in the light of truth

I want you, I choose you, for you I will wait
But outside of what you decide is next

It’ll all be left in the hands of fate.