Moral Compass

My voice,

my still small voice,

will tell me what is right,

even when there is nobody present

to witness my behaviour.

Fuck You

I don't accept

that who I have sex with

is important to you,

just because you

choose to believe

in a 2000 year old myth.

Choose not to believe

in your 2000 year old myth,

if who I'm attracted to bothers you,

because I can't change

who I love.

I won't change

who I love

to make you

feel comfortable

with your choices.

Actually, if you want to know

what the truth is of

what I think of your disapproval,

I can put it very simply,

fuck you!

Some Days

Some days, I wish I was dead,

get it over and done with,

avoid the pain of old age, and decay,

finish it for good.

Some days, I read about people's deaths

and I feel envious of them,

they are the lucky ones,

nothing to worry about now.

Some days, I think it is a struggle,

and I'm one of the lucky ones,

I have a lot to be thankful for,

god knows how the poor get through?

Some days, I think about the God delusion,

it must be comforting giving up free thought,

not having to worry about life,

just follow myth obediently, unquestioning.

Some days, I think about the future,

and think, how many years do I have to do this?

It was great when I was young,

everything seemed new and, kind of, fun.

Some days, I am bored out of my mind,

the best years of your life, they say,

I laugh, every day just repeats,

and then you die.

Some days...

Sign 'o' The Times

I don't want to live in a world

where every day

is declared a national emergency

because the nightly news

has to make its ratings.