Cowboy Love… Willie Nelson

I grew up dreamin

Of being a cowboy

And lovin' in a cowboy way

Worryin' my mother

And troublin' my father

When I kicked the cupboard doors outa the way.

Hey Willie, give me a puff,

you know, that will help me relax

and get through stuff.

If I am gonna take it, or give it,

or do it some place in the rough.

Just as long as I don’t have

my undies around my ankles,

in the buff, for the world to see,

unless I have ‘him’ standing right next to me.

So, I better go find him,

so, we can experiment gayly,

ridin’ high, yippe yi o,

reverse cowboy all the way.

When somebody says

they love you unconditionally,

the question is,

Until when?

World

I worry about me

I wonder about my empathy

I don’t feel your pain

(like, apparently, I should)

Shared History

We all revise history in our own favour

So, with your revision for you

And my revision for me

We should probably

Come to the truth.

What Happened To The Love… BB King

If you are going to walk all over my heart, baby,

the least you can do is take off your shoes.

How can you hate me so much,

when we were once hopelessly in love?

The Man At The Next Café Table

It’s such a shame

We speak different languages

We miss small niceties,

Sitting at two tables alone.

His lovely turn of phrase, with a wink

Italian, I think.

He said something nice,

I am sure,

But I will never really know.

His smile, his gentle eyes,

Gave it away, in kind.

His grey hair, with a wave,

His pasta and wine,

His bow-tie divine.

His olive skin with lines.

My shrug,

His look resigned.

Euthanasia

If you can’t get yourself

Into the city, you have always known

Treat yourself to lunch,

Like you always have

And get yourself home again,

On your own

Let’s face it,

It is time to die.

Broken Heart

Peanut butter fills the cracks

Of a broken heart,

On your really bad days

Cheesecake can be used as glue.

Wet Kiss

Never kiss a man in a canoe

Nothing good can come of it for you

Over shoot, and you’ll easily get wet.

Let go of his fishing rod. Smoke a cigarette

Tattoos

We’re so bored with our lives

We are scribbling all over ourselves

I’m not sure if it is for individuality

Or self-loathing and disgusted

Before We Met

Tell me the thing you regret?

It’s not that I wish we’d met

Any time before we did

But what did we do waiting there?

I can’t remember life before you and me

It seems strange to contemplate

Haven’t I always known your face

Sitting there filling up my space?

Haven’t I always known you

It feels that way to me

What were we before we met

Is that what you regret?

Mum

I understand you

Now that I am your age

As I sit on the edge of the bed

In the night, it dawns on me

That you were really quite young

When your husband died

And you lived the rest of your life

Alone

No Cure In Sight

Religion is like a virus,

But unlike AIDS

And the homos plight,

There is no cure in sight

Death

Death is such a weird thing

It is possibly considered the most import thing in your life,

Although you are the person it affects the least.

Gay

I never shoot to stun

I always shoot to kill

I was just born that way

The rainbow genes in-stilled

Dinosaurs

God almighty, how can it be a choice?

to go against everything that is right? And Good?

The all powerful? It is not logical.

“How could ‘they’ have been made in his image" 

“just like you and me, it can’t be right,” 

says the god-botherer with a snarl. 

“It has to be a choice, because only then can “we” 

justify our beliefs, only then can we go on 

on our journey of ‘us’ being right. 

All god’s creatures, they can’t be one of them. 

It doesn’t hold up, what we learned on Sunday, 

what my mother and her mother and her mother before.

  

What they believed, it makes it all a joke. 

Those queers are the work of the devil, we know, 

we believe that, it has to be true. No, it can’t be a choice. 

We don’t believe it. And our belief is god. 

The good book says so, when we read it 

our way. And our way is right. We know.

"It’s not a choice, that we make. No.

it is our way of life. We believe. We believe.

It is not our choice to make." No, it is not.

 

Religious Narrative On Gay

You know it is very sad 

that religious types deny us our lives 

they are still trying it on, even today 

because it suits their narrative on gay. 

Don't you wish they'd take their chosen beliefs

and just go away. Enjoy their dogma

in the quiet of somewhere else.

I hear people say, "Thank you Jesus," 

and I think mental disease,

but I don't try and change their lives

because of it. I don't try and change the world

because I think they are raving mad.