Finding Beauty In Us All

 A heart that thief had?
The murderer was a human?
The child abuser once a child?
The wife assaulter has some part of heart in him?
There is beauty within
It lies deep within
Us all
We can look at someone in the eyes
See a forest of wonder before us
A cascade of delight and beauty
But, that person could be hiding
Hiding something deep
We know not the secrets that lie below
But obvious
To hate or despise
A transgressor
A bastard of crime
A time laggard
Someone who is low
But look!
Do please look
A bit deeper lies the truth
All of us hold close
A dose of decency
So don't hold people back
Just cos they appear to be tacks
These folks are all of us
We are them
Defaulters us all
None of us entirely pure
Do look a bit closer
And you will see clearer
The dear dear hearts we all possess
So don't go throwin' a hand full of rocks
Don't fire that gun in anger
Blast that person in quick judgement
We all have the fault
A human one 
We were built to the hilt
With these in our souls
To know that one is all 
And all is one
Is the best we can do 
To lead our lives true
So don't go hatin'
Or miseratin'
Go forth and love and understand
That no man is perfect 
Perfection is no man
We are all bits of the whole
And that is crucial to know

© Iano, 2019

Agendas

This one concerns the selfishness we all possess. You think someone is your friend but they have their own agenda. They are only interested in their fun. Business people are the worst. They only want your money and don't give a shit about you once you pay up. Acquaintances only interested in their own. Great fun one day when your around. The next day don't seem the same. We need to be honest. Everyone has an agenda, of course. But we also need to see the bigger picture. When I come up against arrogant, selfish pricks it only makes me stronger. Read on....

He's got an agenda

He takes my tend-a

My bill makes him chill-a

But only when I pay

He's got a lotta beer der

In his fat ole sack

But he won't share a drop

Cos he's got his own agenda

He will send ya

Off his turf

Especially if you don't cough up da dough

Only interested in gettin' his bread

Not bothered about your loaf

Arrogant and selfish, that's him to de core

He's got an agenda - you're not part of it

Unless he says so

He wants yer money

But that's it

He's got his hits

And that's his bit

You can't offer 

Him anything that will help him

Only money will do to further his causes

This man is too proud 

To out reach his hand

To say when he needs

A little more than greed

Cos he's a businessman

That's his plan

And your not part of his agenda

He wanna get his benda

Don't care if you are mended

Dis dude wants to prove

That he is strong on his own

So leave him alone

Don't feed his addiction

That money affliction

Please, if you ever

Come across such selfish folk

One lesson they will learn

Perhaps is to cease 

Stop feeding their collection of tenders

Cos your only helpin' der agenda

And doin' nothin' for your value

Next time say fuck off

To the selfish fella

Who fucks you with his patter

And don't then want to chatter

Fuck him and his selfish ways

Better let him on with his agenda

Leave him to his spenders

Instead work on your agenda

And stay away from bendas!

© Iano, 2019

My female unleashed

This is very personal. It tells a story about me that went previously untold. I woke this morning at about 6 o'clock with the subject on my mind, but not knowing exactly how to approach it via poetry. Then it streamed out of me. I read it back and tears flowed down my face. I bawled out in pain/joy. The relief of being able to finally express what had not been able to come out of me is immense. I normally love reading my work aloud. But I am afraid this one will be too hard for me to read out without letting emotion flow. Anyway, this is now, unleashed, as it were and ready to be read. By you.

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I love the female
The smell of a woman
Sends my nostrils a twirlin' - into ecstasy
When I was a boy
In school for the first time
I knew some girls
I talked to the girls
I played with the girls
Not with the boys so much
But defo liked bein' with da ladies
Spendin' time with them
Helped free me
Cos you can always be free
When yer talkin' to a female
My young male mind was innocent
Back then
It hadn't been corrupted
By male macho aggression
But unbeknownst to me
This fun was about to leave 
A long period of pain 'n' confusion
Was about to enter my life
This, I now know, has lasted
Perhaps 40 years
I will now tell you, or perhaps try to tell you, why


Leaving that Ursuline school
With all those nice girls
And not botherin' to stay with de boys
I get a shock to my system
'We are sending you to a new place'
My parents tell me, one day
The fees are too high, so I had to move
New school - but all boys!
Trouble ahead
My heart sank as I felt da strain 
Of bullyin' in my ears
Use yer fists now, you've gotta be hard, right?
But didn't like to fight
Didn't enjoy this new male company
Forced upon my shoulders
Too little to fight back
Too small to say: 'I want to be with da girls'
I had no voice
So my bed was set
I had no choice but to let 
This situation play out
Until a crisis emerged
This female absence in my life
I now see was destructive
As you shall soon see

Primary, then Secondary schools
Dublin, 1980 - 1990
For most of those years, if not all
I suffered the incarceration of masculine oppression
My teenage years were very hard
Only boys surrounded me
Everyday I had to portray an image
But I could not be aggressive
Couldn't rise for a fight
By this time I began to start
Questioning my sexuality
Was I gay? Am I gay? 
I asked myself daily
Queer, you're a queer aren't ya?
These thoughts tumbled around in my mind for years
But no, I always yearned for women
I wanted to start to fuck women
But instead I began to fuck my  own mind
Wet dreams of ladies - same age as me
Left a stain on my bed
While - silly me - spent da days thinking
'Aren't you gay?'
This is da pain I carried
Long into my adult life
Unable to slay this male piece of shit
Lodged deep in my psyche

'No sexual adventures for you then boy'
Someone must have mumbled at my birth
This boy, now a man aged 47 just this week
Is now able to fuck women
But I cannot
I fuck with my words
My female creative juices have been released
Having been repressed for so long
So I get pleasure, unbridled pleasure
From being with ladies of all types
Conversin' 'n' diversin' with women
Cos that's who I really am
Chattin', laughin', givin' pleasure to females
Fuckin' my ladies with my words
Givin' them an orgasm
Without touchin' them physically
These days I'm a married man
Childless through circumstances 
That I still am copin' with
But still able to love
Still able to cherish
My female side is unleashed
And all you males can just
Go fuck yerselves!

© Iano, 2019