Tag: LGBT

Buzz Cut

~ JezzieG

Buzz Cut
Form: Free Verse
Theme: Self/Identity
Subject: Hair cut

Who are you to tell me how my hair should be
How it should be cut and styled
as you say length is feminine beauty
a constant pressure of voices
saying ‘you’d look so pretty
with long hair’
And I watch as the scissors snip
to the buzzing trimmers
and my hair cascading in free fall
with the false beliefs
and curls of misunderstanding
strand by strand of misinformation
and the perfect little boxes
‘male’ and ‘female’
curses of a false binary
and with each snip changing the old to new
by taking what I need to be me
and as the last tresses descend
there’s nothing left to be said
my life is my own
and no one can take that from me

©JGFarmer2021

La Tropilla de la Zurda

~ JezzieG

La Tropilla de la Zurda
Form: Free Verse
Theme: Identity
Subject: Tango

A figment of illusion
nothing more
like hobbits and orcs
he cannot be real
a character formed in imagination
a childish creation
they said
he can never be real
go with flow
dance in the swirling skirts
a step behind
he isn’t real
dance to break the soul
to join the broken heart
of never will be
this isn’t real
the pulse of the tango
in the depths of depression
comes the energy of nuevo
he is real
and he knows how to lead

©JGFarmer2021

Figuring It Out

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Figuring It Out
Form: Free Verse
Theme: Identity
Object: Schoolbooks

In the forgettable pages of old textbooks
amid acne and growing pains
the pubescent right of passage
where it all went wrong
and a boy making the best of it
the best of adolescence in a body
taking shape in all the wrong places
while studying for a math test
notes in binders
binding down the chest
reading science books
and packing the jocks
who is this girl really
who is this boy waiting inside
and his thoughts drift through her mind
as eyes read algebraic equations
and nothing makes sense
he that is a girl needs results
building pressure of exams
for her future as a man
looking at smart suits and buying a skirt
would a pair of Levi’s really hurt
pulling down the hem-line
rushing to work
she’s doing the expected
he fears the rejection
rejecting him in a pile of discarded jeans
she knows he won’t leave
and in her darkest hour
he steps from her shadow
and is free to be he

©JGFarmer2021

Another Night Another Tear

~ JezzieG

Another Night Another Tear
Form: Free Verse

Alone in the darkness
thoughts running wild
vivid and vibrant
as they antagonise the nerves with doubt
belittling my soul with fear
like leeches sucking on blood
yet my senses are numb
exhausted and wasted
from fighting within what is wrong
what is right
what is truth
what is a lie
and you say ‘I love you’
but how can you love me when you don’t know me
the me hidden in denial
the me you never see
the me that don’t fit your ideology
and don’t belong in your expectations
how can you love me
when I can’t love myself
and I can’t be myself
you wonder why I cry so much
so now I cry alone the dark shadows
the shadows where my tears can weep
in the shadows where I can embrace me
in the shadows of non-existence
here I can love me
rebuild me
so you can love me too

©JGFarmer2021

The Love of Pan

~ JezzieG

The Love of Pan
Form: Free Verse
Theme: LGBT+
Subject:: Conversation

I watch you watching me
as if we are divided by the universe
and all the stars and worlds within
and your eyes continue to stare
like I am some kind of experiment
while your pens seek to tick boxes and labels
to categorise my existence
into your view of normality
and you mutter some derogatory comment
on how you are so gay accepting
and I stare back
well good for you
as you still discount my love
my sexuality as nothing
because I feel nothing for the superficial bigotry
of gender and all its meaningless bile
and I yearn for personality
an intelligent conversation into the night
to carry my heart to the stars
enchanting my soul to dance to the music of love
let me state it clearly – again
I don’t want your body or genitals
I want your beautiful mind

©JGFarmer2021

Living with It

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Living with It
Form: Free Verse

Arms crossed tight
not daring to breathe
will it ever feel right
holding the tongue
in case vocal tones
call out a fake
walking by too fast
just to get past
what others see
until
it no longer matters
I can only be me

©JGFarmer2021

That Night

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Unlearning the past
while learning the future
as if preparing to live in a new world
because everything changed that night
because I said I am transgender
but I’m still the same person
just with a deep husky voice
was it always like that because
before I was too scared to speak
yet in my heart and soul I knew the truths
the truths I didn’t dare say
I didn’t dare look at in the mirror
when reflections were not what they seem
while living on the edge of a dark abyss
just wanting to pull him up
into the light
the light of my own identity
yes, everything changed that night
because I said I am a man

©JGFarmer2021

So What

~ JezzieG ~ 6 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Who cares if she is a lesbian
what business of yours is it that he is gay
bisexual
oh really it’s not your concern
I’m fucking pansexual
so what
why do you care?
Why are you bothered by gender identity saying
‘you can’t change the way you were born’ and
‘god made you how you are meant to be’
yeah you got that right
he made me fucking transgender
get over it
Still blame your god
let him take the responsibility
it won’t change it
that one simple fact
you, yes I’m talking at you,
and it’s your problem
not mine
you ---
are a bigoted asshole

©JGFarmer2021

No Excuses

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

As I shut out the world who am I?
Pushed aside and overlooked
Who have I become with a change of name
discrimination and hate still remain
they don’t push that aside
constantly reminded of how women fought
for rights
conveniently forgetting a man born a woman
is still fighting for those rights
the freedom to be
to exist
to live unjudged
who are they to say what is wrong
and what is right
nowhere in the Bible
does it say being a bigot is holy
but they use that as an excuse
to hate
to condemn
me for being born in the wrong way
but blamed for what
being made in a god’s way
like I had a choice in that
why must I be punished for a god’s mistake
a mistake that is no excuse for murder
no excuses
stop the hate of piety
stop the hate end of story

©JGFarmer2021

Never Anyone’s Girl

~ JezzieG ~ 20 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Embracing the self
bringing him out
isn’t disregarding the past
just letting it go
and going with the flow of being
taking T while sipping tea
and not asking for sympathy
never did do tea and sympathy, guys
and I don’t need it now
as I grow into me
taking my chances and living free
with my own perspective on
the man I should be
in the certain knowledge
of experience’s wisdom
I was never anyone’s girl

©JGFarmer2021

Terms of Endearment

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: Free Verse

The glorious delight of being in love
cannot be confined
in the pseudo-morality
of narrow-minded
judgemental expressions condemning us
my darling
they have sold out to hate
closing their minds
as their hearts are consumed
shut down to the power of love
to the beauty of love
for love and hate
so closely related
can never dwell in the same place
they call it a phobia
an irrational fear
yet hate is not fear
but their own eternal damnation
not ours
theirs

©JGFarmer2021

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction: Transition

~ JezzieG ~ 6 Comments

Inspired by Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction challenge prompt, https://carrotranch.com/2021/03/25/march-25-flash-fiction-challenge-2/, My 99 words on the theme of escape, and for once I am not falling back on poetry

Transition

Laying on the bed I couldn’t believe today had actually come. Looking out the window I could just make out the sea. The south coast of England held so many memories for me from childhood to adult and now this. Slowly those thoughts drifted in to the grey mist of induced sleep.

I woke up in bright lights. ‘You’re all done. Mister.’ It felt like my chest had been flattened by a bus, but it was flat and I was released from my past. In a drowsy haze of morphine fog I welcomed the freedom to live as me.

©JGFarmer2021

Old School

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Growing up getting smarter
it doesn’t always make a pair
hand in hand
when growing up had to be done fast
and learning the ropes was taking too long
learning the answers that wanted to be heard
and not asking questions of the wrong kind
growing up too fast
keeping the head down when it should have been held high
sacrificing pride to the wisdom
of hiding behind a smile
too young to know
too old to not know
wise enough
and nothing could change it
the only truth
silence

©JGFarmer2021

Sensual Attraction

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Let me see into your mind
show me the beauty within your thoughts
reveal your dreams and deepest desires
show me your soul
romance me by being yourself
show me the amazing that is you
male, female, or everything in between
let me fall in love with your personality
the person that exists beyond
the superficial binary of gender

©JGFarmer2021

Oi Sunshine

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Form: Free Verse

What label should I wear
for you to understand
my personal being
my own identity
and why the hell do you need to know
the genitals inside my jeans
and the gender of who I sleep with
it’s not your bed I get in at night
it’s not your bedroom I feel safe to undress in
it’s not your arms that make me feel loved
alive
sensual and erotic
so this label you want me to wear
stick it where the sun don’t shine

©JGFarmer2021

Dusty Labels

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: English Sonnet

You judge the clothes I wear, but I don't care,
a narrow mind can't know the inner me,
there's more to me than social tags can say.
Those dusty labels used to say I dare
to live against the way that things should be
despite the heartless whispered scorn and spite.
I hear the empty words every day
I know my soul is strong enough to bear
the words that say my heart should not be free.
The friends we were are now so far away,
I let you think your way is pure and right,
I know you have no wish to understand.
And now I turn to face my own delight,
and feel the love of she who holds my hand

©JGFarmer2016

Puberty

~ JezzieG ~ 5 Comments

Form: Free Verse

I stopped believing in Santa
when I saw the adults putting parcels by the tree
and I never found the tooth fairy
hanging about my bed
and I didn’t believe in the stories on TV
but I believed in drawing and writing to see
what was true
and I believed I could be anything when I grew up
a train driver with a big engine
speeding though the countryside
a sailor on a warship covered in tattoos
seeing the world beyond the seashore
or a writer like Conan Doyle
I could be all that before…
before the world chewed up my childish dreams
and spat them out into reality
and my heart lay shattered
because a man doesn’t bleed once a month

©JGFarmer2020

Tickets

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

The streets of gold
the world in an oyster
and promises of a bright future
all lies
as doors slammed in my face
and they say your type isn’t welcome
while downgrading my ticket of life
to second class
my existence less than nothing
while politicians debate my right to it
in case we put normality at risk
our lives controlled
and our choices restricted
live out your existence but don’t live it with us
in my head I am the problem
in my head I am wrong
in my head I should die
but then the hate would win
and I’m not going to let that happen
with every breath I defy them
with every smile I win
for my existence is the rebellion

©JGFarmer2020

Screw You

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

I don’t have the privilege
I wasn’t born cis in a world of pink and blue
and so what if I like purple
you hate me for that
I say screw you, I’m true to myself
what is in my jeans is no business of yours
but darling bet ya ass I got more balls
than you ever will
cos I ain’t afraid to be who I am
yeah, I fought the battle of self-acceptance
and honey I won
I say screw you, I’m true to myself
why is your love-life so dull
you need to know about mine
so I ask your wife if you are a good fuck
she doesn’t answer – oh, mate, bad luck
and once again I say screw you
cos no one else will

©JGFarmer2020

Shattered Chains

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Gaga sings I was born this way
but I was not born to be someone’s perfection
with my mind infiltrated
and my thoughts indoctrinated
so that I know I am hated
because in am untrue to truth
just something to be tossed
and turned in the flames of spite
and still inside the battle rages
to be true to their truth – or –
do what I know to be right
torn between outdated thinking
and the changing world of diversity
so what if I am an angel fallen from grace
a virtuous soul with a taste for sin
I will still ‘man-up’ while
lifting my chin with a grin
as I cannot explain the pain
the same old words have left inside
inside, where the chaos churns on
until I can no longer hold it in
and the chains of fear shatter
releasing me to take my own place
to create my own grace
as I stand here a man
and, if I must, I stand here alone

©JGFarmer2020

Facades

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Removing the fake facades yet
keeping our mouths shut
not revealing the shame of it
in case
being self offends
in case
love offends
in case
someone else gets hurt by love
so we make love in the shadows
hidden away like a dirty secret
for they see love as dirty yet
their love is pure
a special thing for the world to celebrate
yet they judge me as dirty
my love somehow defiled
because I’m queer
yet I embrace my love as beauty
as sweet as the tenderest kiss
that fills my heart with bliss

©JGFarmer2020

Anonymous

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Hidden behind the letters page
of a conservative rag
withered by decades of hate
each letter a lame excuse
to reject the existence of difference
with accusations of being
in your face
because another ‘tranny’ got dressed this morning
‘the book says it is wrong’
then read another fucking book
to remind you it’s okay
to be alive
‘but what about the children’
I say, children don’t hate
until
adults poison their minds
so, what about the children
damaged
demonized
their lives destroyed by your hate
what about them???

©JGFarmer2020

What Chance of Love

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Voyages of discovery in the back row
of a corny movie with naïve kisses
and indiscreet fumbling fingers on buttons
that don’t feel right
yet yesterday it seemed perfect
a match made in heaven
but the destiny would surely be hell
demonized by a god
ruled by fear
fear of being in love
fear of being
fear of what they would say
what would they say
what can they say about love
when all they preach is hate

©JGFarmer2020

Silent Voice

~ JezzieG ~ 14 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Too afraid to speak
to stand up and say my name
instead my voice tapers to silence
as it falls on deaf ears
and the voice I hear is not mine
instead the only thing I achieve
is not to speak
so no one, not even me, can hear me
and I look in the mirror
hating what I see with a rage I can’t express
so instead I just cry alone
endlessly question my own validity
crying into the night
praying to a god that doesn’t exist
because if he did he made me wrong
and doesn’t want to hear me
and I whisper my name
over and over again
because it feels right
being me feels right
and I am me

©JGFarmer2020

Natural Instinct

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Form: Free Verse

The turning points of life pretty much suck, don’t they?
I knew they were coming as the moments built up
over years, even decades
but still it hit hard, unexpected without invitation
leaving me to weep into the arms of myself
with voices saying “You are so brave!”
but I am not brave for being me
it is not brave to turn away from tear stained pillows
to reach for my own stars in my own sky
it is survival and basic instinct

©JGFarmer2020

Living with Demons

~ JezzieG ~ 7 Comments

Form: Prose Poetry

My mind was haunted. So hideous evil, dark, and cruel the word monster is insufficient and it dwelled inside my mind, haunting my thoughts, wreaking its havoc in my dreams. All day whispering from a distance as my tears cried themselves into hopeless oblivion. All night screaming and degrading me with those names until I thought they owned me. My bleeding, shattered body could see no escape and I stared into that cold mirror seeing the streaks of red on my arms and wondering how they got there while knowing how. I looked into his eyes and heard him say this must stop. Facing the demons calling me names in the street, it didn’t upset me, I’d already called myself worse. I didn’t cry, just kept on walking until their voices fell silent as if they no longer remember my name.

©JGFarmer2020

Gender Repetition

~ JezzieG ~ 7 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Answering the same old questions
and I watch him ticking the same old boxes
another shrink scanning my mind
not sure there’s much left to find
my thoughts drift from here to there
my answers come easy
I have said it all before
and he ticks the boxes
his eyes checking me over looking for signs
that my masculinity doesn’t belong to me
oh, but it does
I want to scream as he asks another question
receiving an automated answer
he’s the fifth psyche I am rehearsed
and I wonder do they ever read patient notes
my life is all in there
and I don’t want to be opening it all up again
shaking hands, he’s done asking
and there’s nothing I want to talk about
and he hands me another appointment
and we do it all again

©JGFarmer2020

Starting with Z #writephoto

~ JezzieG ~ 8 Comments

Background: The initial reaction to the image from Sue which can be found here

Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto

is that of blissful Zen, twilight, ripples of waves, how much more Zen-like can it get. As the form arrived in my email this morning and starting with Z, Zen seemed to be a good starting point. Then as I was writing this blissful Zen the memories came rushing in of another beach in twilight a few years ago. The muse, I guess, felt they needed writing so I have written them.

Starting with Z

Form: Abecedarium Reversed

Zen in a moment
Yielding in silent tides of destiny
eXistence dissolving into night fall
Waves ripple whispering of changes
Vital changes, the time is now
Understanding, evolving is the only option
Too late to die, failure is no longer a choice
Supernatural voices have spoken
Revealing truth in uncertainty and doubt
Questions no longer need answers
Passing phases don’t last a lifetime
Opinions, why did I need them to hide in
Notions of self-destruction echoing across the wrong breeze
Manning up, me, my time is now
Leaving my tears in the ripples
Killing, they said I was killing her
Justice served to ignorance and bigotry
I am he, she is not dead
He who feels his feet getting wet
Growing into living, into believing
Flowing and going with it
Embracing life and it’s not too late
Dancing, she is dancing with me
Chasing the new
Beginnings she built for me
And I am he as she knew I would be
Zen my sanctuary of peace

©JGFarmer2020

Enough

~ JezzieG ~ 4 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Accepting myself is enough
my approval of me is all that I need
to stand back and look back
with my integrity in tact
seeing the flaws and bad choices
as lessons in life
the perfect imperfections
without defining the man
that is enough
to see beauty in curiosity
the rapture in questions that may never be answered
but still need to be asked
not of others but of myself
for my answers are within me
that is enough
to breath in the laughter of living
while exhaling the tears of despair
to pass between the sadness and joys
embracing them both as mine
that is enough
and I don’t ask for more than that
as enough is just right.

©JGFarmer2020

Trickling Sand

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Grains of guilt trickle through me
like the sand on a sunny beach
dry and rasping against my senses
and I long for the soothing wetness
of sand on my feet just kissed by the waves
before the ripple away to a different horizon
and I wish I could go with them
free to live life
away from the judgemental glances
and the pain of ignorance

©JGFarmer2020

Just a Something

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

I did not mourn her passing
nor was she buried in the rose garden
delicate pink, white, red falling to the ground
not her shroud
and I watched them fall
each a passing moment of letting go
a symbolic step of a time to grow
move on and leave her behind
in tenderness and love
for her part in the journey of living was done
with a brief statement in a court room
a stamp on officialdom
and I could not grieve
nor could I celebrate the new
it was just a something I had to do

©JGFarmer2020

Look at Me

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

I don’t want to celebrate that day
it’s not my birthday
it’s not my anniversary
it’s just the day I let my labels be seen
labels of sexuality and gender
the things I cannot change
and cannot deny
they are not who I am
just labels that screamed out my pain
as my world crashed around me
and I surrendered to the truth of me
now the scars remain
like a tattoo of what was
blazoned across my chest
a battle lost and a warrior born
it’s not a celebration
it’s survival
look at me
I am what survival looks like

©JGFarmer2020

Empty Faces

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Defined by colours
pink for a girl
blue for a boy
a uniform from the day of birth
conscripted into the social expectation
the norm
a prison cell restricting the self
the freak like a peg waiting to fit
clothing is the hammer
forcing a square peg into a round hole
expectations weighing heavy on me
on this sense of imperfection
this emptiness hiding behind shadows
a broken soul in desperation
frantically pulling the shards of self in ward
my soul is bleeding
my heart is crying
but my face shows no emotion
empty eyes questioning empty faces
but the answers were always within
rebuilding from the inside out
there is my completeness

©JGFarmer2020

I Need a Hero

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Texte: Where have all good men gone and where are all the gods – Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler

Love
if this obsession can be called love
moved by you
and to you
my strength ebbing into weakness
for passion and obsession
has weakened me

Passion and obsession
multiplies
as I try to deny it
and like grief it cannot be pushed away
doubled and tripled
like death
it has come and it will stay
it will get stronger
the longer I refuse to accept it
for my denial
feeds the hunger of desire
my desire
my want
and my need

The pretence is useless
in this utter futility of
pretending I am something I am not
something I cannot be
something I will never be
for I cannot win a race
against the beauty of love
for love in its tender caress
will comfort my fears
console my tears
and have the courage to be love
to be the love I need

©JG Farmer 2020

Higher Ground

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

It’s a question of standards
a moral benchmark if you will
a standard set by those
who look down the nose
for they seem to suppose
this way of life is how I chose
and it falls far below their blameless
high ground I suppose
but I am no spirit level
nor was I made straight
so, they look down and sneer
because I am what they fear
and they dare to call me queer
when ethics
or what they deem to be ethics
means to discriminate
patronize
and target their hate
using flimsical excuses
and blaming a god
but that god taught love
to celebrate life
yet it is me they fear
something tells me
the fools on the hill
need to get their facts straight

© JG Farmer 2020

Inherent Beauty

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Unformed structure
hidden in the virtual shadows
of words
unknown words exploring
the deep cavities of a sensual mind
as thoughts define words
in an image of understanding
understanding desire without reality
and the shadows of mortal skin
echo in the mortal sin of imagination
heeding the desire
and holding the beauty of lust within

©JG Farmer 2020

Just a Pretty Dress

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

I wake up as you call my name
but my name remains unknown
a secret I don’t want to share, yet
inside I know me
while the world sees a girl in a pretty dress
just a pretty dress
packing him down inside

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

The quiet one who doesn’t talk
and has nothing to say
passive – you think?
I’m building up the strength
one day he can speak
a promise to give him the voice
to face the world

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

Keeping my secrets in
the lies of love
fears of love
fears of discovery making me cry
at the edge of life
longing to die

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

Seclusion within the crowd
of normality of living insanity
as the walls of lies
crumble and fall
breaking me down
he is strong
stronger than me

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

And slowly like mystic words
written on an old stone wall
in the vibrant hues of a rainbow
I taste the colours of fate
and what fate has for me

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

My hand now belongs with destiny
and all she has planned
she leads me on
using the strength of the man
to keep an old promise
held within self

It’s like I’m living in darkness
someone is out to get me
hiding in the shadows
and my time is running out

© JG Farmer 2020

Uncut Stone

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Form: Free Verse

Untouched by his hand
as marble yet to be carved
to the desire of the artist
no preconception of love
unless the senses comply
to the chisel as it strikes
demanding obedience
with an open heart
releasing the mind from consciousness
to all that is to come
hidden within completeness
just waiting
for the artist to create
the wanted effect
out of his love
and his beauty
as within the heart
there is the power to bring life
to the spirit
hidden within the soul

©JG Farmer 2020

Image in Glass

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

The mirror reflects
and I make that comparison
between me and him
the random him who takes the higher ground
and I am merely a shadow
my skin that bit too smooth
beneath the soft hair on my face
in the beatitudes of attitudes
and dudes finding the difference
between blessed and cursed
but attitude is the strength
to crush those feelings
of not being good enough
not being tall enough
not being man enough
but I am strong enough
to face myself
in the mirror

© JG Farmer 2020

To Love Too Much

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

Looking back it seemed so obvious
that my life was hidden in lies
not the little white lies that told her
her bum wasn’t big in those jeans
or that her cooking was the best I had ever tasted
even better than mother’s
but far bigger than that
making everything fake
and nothing real
not even the most intimate kisses
dared reveal the truth
so deeply hidden
but never forgotten
the behind the tears I could never explain
and waking up wishing I was dead
did she hear that
she never said
so I’d get up
go to work
forget the pain
until I got home
and she called my name
the name that could never be me
and I just couldn’t say it
it would break her heart
so I’d look into her eyes
and smile
the truth sinking deeper within
‘yes, sweetheart’ my reply

©JG Farmer 2020

Coming to Life

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

The mannequin dressed
in what they want to see
and dances to the music chosen before birth
a ballet of a predestined life
prescribed by a signature on paper
a declaration of physical fact
the physical facts that offer no solace
to a betrayed heart
of a broken soul that dances in numbness
following the pull of society’s strings
insisting duty comes first
but inside the fight begins
a battle against assumptions
a war against their judgements
until the strings grow taut
and snap
and I am free
and my soul can dance to the music
my heart knows to be true

© JG Farmer 2020

Love Knows No Gender

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

The words of this love may never be said
but they can be felt
and my heart will never be offended
by such desire I know exists
within me
yet I cannot understand it
but know it is love’s glory
and this love is not he
it is not she
the wonder of love is how
two hearts keep company

©JG Farmer 2019

Journey to a Moon

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

In ink he drew the map
a pathway of blue lines on my skin
the pathway to you and me
becoming one

Then the slow walk
that wasn’t really that slow
but felt like eternity
to the room
where I laid silent
they injected me with numbness
count to five
I didn’t make three

In darkness I felt nothing
until the lights came on
but still there was no pain
just relief
all was done

Later pain hit me
like a bus out of nowhere
no warnings nor gentle awakening
just impact
and a groan
I think that was me
before the morphine erased my senses

My body wrapped tight
beneath the cream gauze
I couldn’t see
and for days
hardly daring to breathe
the parcel remained
until he removed it
revealing my body
the ink was gone
replaced by moonbows
and I was me

© JG Farmer 2019

Playing with Fire

~ JezzieG

Form: Free Verse

With molten heat
he explores the iron
cast in flame
and his preconceptions
of desire
mingle with the heat of the moment
refining the purity
of love
as his passion rises
like a phoenix
from the smouldering ashes
and such is the hunger
of the artist
who seeks the divine
the natural divinity of love
the elemental man
who kindled the blaze
within the heart of the artist

©JG Farmer 2019