A Man of Many Layers

changing-faces

When I walk down the street
I’m who I’m meant to be
There is no incongruity here
I’m exactly what you see
At home I am seen as a parent
Protector, teacher, guide
Moulding the minds of young
And nurturing what’s inside
If we ever have to meet
You will find I fit my role
And the person I am in that moment in time
Will seem like he’s my “whole”
Respect will earn you a welcome
A hand I will gladly extend
Your problems will then become mine
As this is how I treat a friend
Come to me seeking solutions
You find warmth, understanding and tact
But wrong me and meet someone bitter
Neither pleasant, nor righteous in act
What I am trying to say here
Is that no matter what you think you know
You only know of a person
The persona they currently show
There is no definitive me
That I can now point to and say
This is the very same person I was
Both yesterday and today
So it seems I’m in a state of flux
Ethereal, like a formless mist
And the only certainty I know about me
Is that apparently I don’t really exist

Billy 27/11/16

Outside looking in

keyhole

Been out here so long
It’s become home
Lost,
And always on the roam
A tree
That never sprouts new shoot
How do you fruit?
If you can’t take root?
A view
Of what I see on the inside
No spark
Like a life of being along for a ride
A life
That belongs to mothers
Sons and brothers
And significant others
But never me
Cursed by feeling free
And unable to see
Just who I need to be
Looking for a niche
My own song
A chorus of longing
To belong
To engage like a gear
Cogs entwine
Toe society’s line
Their World turning mine
A way back to the fold
Seeking gold
Empowering and making bold
…. Even just a flame to hold
Flickering … Hope
Burning somewhere deep within
A new chapter
Waiting to begin
A desire
To just look myself in the face
Find my saving grace
And a way back into the race

Billy 14/11/16

A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF THE DONALD ===============================

wotsit
I’ve got it sussed
I’m gonna make a mint
Been paying attention this year
And I know now what to do
I’m gonna run for office
Become the guy in charge
And it really doesn’t matter
If I haven’t got a clue
I’m gonna stand on stage
And mock disabled folks
Then lie and lie and lie
Until I’m orange in the face
I’m going to blame the poorest
And the weakest in our midst
Discredit any critics
With the “facts” I’ve put in place
I’ll pander to the bigots
The racists and the fools
Dazzle them with bullshit
And the childlike way I act
I’ll stir up such bad feeling
And muddy every view
Trample on diplomacy
And ride straight over tact
A form of anti-politics
Designed to break the mould
Spurting out my soundbites
With jingoistic flair
Stirring up the ugly
What we thought we’d left behind
Falsely patriotic
Just as plastic as my hair
I’ve killed more of my businesses
Than I’m happy to admit
I will not show my tax returns
Or show you what I own
Have admitted impropriety
And there may be more to come
And you lot will still vote for me
No matter what you’re shown
The World out there is watching
To see what happens next
With bated breath they wait
To see what’s taking root
And all the while America
Stands proud with head held high
Somehow happy that they voted
For a Wotsit in a suit  

Billy 9/11/16

I should listen

innerspeech2

There’s been a whisper
Every time in my head when I make a choice
More a sense of knowing
Than any kind of actual voice
Like a separate me
One that’s steeped in age
Timeless in knowledge
Dripping with the wisdom of a sage
A guiding hand
That would lead me as I go
Lead me to conclusions
That I must already know

And yet this inner knowing
Is left to go unheard
And knowing that it’s from within
Just makes that more absurd
It seems my inner guardian
With answers to my fears
Has faded into background noise
And fallen on deaf ears
The little piece within me
That wants to see me fly
Finds himself outnumbered
By me, myself and I

Billy 6/11/16