Sunday morning, off to church

A little poem about church.

Wakey wakey,
It’s Sunday morn,
Church bells ring,
Service a calling.

Rushing now,
I’m gonna late,
Bells still ring,
Passing the gates.

Enter church,
Dothing my hat,
Sit thee down,
A happy lass.

Sermon starting,
Priest speaks aloud,
Words of God,
Congregation listen, nod.

Singing aloud,
Godly, pleasant songs,
All standing up,
Everyone sings along.

Hymm’s end,
Sit thee down,
Vicor addresses flock,
God’s greatest hits.

Biblical stories,
Matthew, Luke, John,
Tales of history,
Possible fictional tales.

Today’s special,
A metaphorical tale,
Jonah the man,
Inside a whale.

Jonah disobedient,
Eaten by a whale,
Lived for 3 days
Alive to tell the tale.

Sermon aclosing,
Collection plate passed,
Fumble in pockets,
A pennance passed.

Church bells,
Ring once more,
Over the town,
Peel out loud.

Vicor stands,
Outside the door,
Thanking his flock,
Wage-slaves once more.

Dont care what you think about me

I don’t care what you think about me.
Or your perception, of what you think I might be.
I don’t care if you think that I’m weird.
I don’t care if you think I am strange.
Because what you don’t see, is the mental anguish and pain.

All the bitterness of whats inside, thats made me cry.
Internal conflict for most of my life, despite being married and loving a wife.
I’m looking in the mirror and now what I see, is a much better version of me.
If you don’t agree with who I am or what I do, your welcome to unfriend me, that’s up to you.
I won’t be offended or hurt you see, because, at the end of each day, I’m happy with me!

My friends they see me for what I am, be that as a woman and not a man.
I’ve changed a lot, for all that’s clear to see.
I’m happy now, I really am me!
Looking in you’ll only see, the smallest part, of who I used to be.
That person’s not gone, it’s still there, but happier inside.

One day, sat myself down and cried and cried.
All those times that I had lied, a little bit more inside me died.
Lied not to others, but to myself, lied about who I am, my real self.
Like an broken toy, left on the shelf.
Felt like my life wasn’t right then thought only of myself.

First time in my life, thought of who I should be.
Can’t lie to myself anymore, honesty the best policy.
So many times in my life, put others first.
But alas, no more, not for anyone else.
So, what if I’ve changed how I look and how I feel.

It’s my life and things just got real.
You don’t know how I’ve suffered so.
Or the conflict inside, fought with myself and metaphorically died.
Alone every step, couldnt explain my thoughts.
Those I tried, pushed me away, their standard retort, “Hey, are you gay?”

What I’m doing now, I do it for me.
Please understand, and be happy inside.
Those feelings no more, no longer can I hide.
When most people in life don’t know who they are.
Here I am, big and proud. Internal pain no more.

Take me as I am, I’ve changed for the better!
Please don’t treat me differently, my life is so much better.
And to my friends, your support has been invaliable.
I love you so much, your help, your love and the rent of your ears.
Next round is on me, I owe you some beers.

I don’t care what you think about me.
Or your perception, of what you think I might be.
I don’t care if you think that I’m weird.
I don’t care if you think I am strange.
But understand I am who you see and for the first time in my life i’m truly happy.

Metaphorically dead, red wine

My brain is a factory of doubt and ill reason,
Still love you inside, not together there’s a reason,
I can’t see things in just black and white,
You make me argue, bicker and fight.

Although I still love you, we must stay apart,
Something deep down means I’m better inside of my heart,
When we’re together, things raw, to the bone,
I constantly think about you, but realise we’re better alone.

Like nails in a coffin, joining two bits of wood,
You’re not really dead, just where I can’t see,
You’re definately can’t be thinking of me,
I understand that now after all, as if hit by a bat.

Occassional glimpses of you, as I walk on past,
You just sit there, firmly plonked down on your ass,
I’ll never forget you, but can’t drink you no more,
My heart and mind feeling turmoil, split into two.

I miss you like crazy, but my mind just says no,
Cos when I drink you, dont know which way I should go,
I will always love you, you might not know that,
If you could talk, you’d say I’m a twat.

At one time to me, best friend in the world,
So, I’m writing this poem, these words there interred,
Wish you no malice, I don’t want you dead,
Plenty of others, go mess with their heads.

Hope that you’re happy, sat on the shelf,
12% vol, not good for my health,
I’ll always love you, so close, we’re no more,
Go find another patron, you crimson red whore.

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