This, the generation
Of the Trampling Bull,
The trodding of the Crop,
The headlong raging run,
With never any stop.
Having pulled the stakes,
Throwing clods above his withers;
Fence posts falling,
The corners cave.
Town boys chase him
Unable to check or to drive
His rampant run,
O'er suffering fields.
Where are the men
Who'll come to force him,
Back into civility?
Where are the men?
Make of it what you will. I woke at 2:00 with this vivid dream....
Why is it that when a man opens up, trouble follows?
Can’t love be the blankets I sleep in?
Can’t you be the heat in snowy days?
Can’t I fall in love with you?
The Real you.
Yes, your body is marvellous and all,
But I’m in love with You.
I’m in love with your Soul.
Do I see it?
But I feel you deeply in mine.
This is no longer a thing of the heart,
Soul bound, we are.
Love Locked, I am.
Loved always, you are.
I once wrote words on paper,
Words that flowed from my soul.
I once had a pen full of ink,
Which dripped dreams upon my sheet.
I once fell asleep in my youth,
Then I awoke as a man.
A man is a man
Is a man
He stands tall
With strong shoes
And blue jeans
And red wings
He does not strut
He owns the block
With his talk and walk
A man is a man
To be gruff is to be loved
To be aloof is to be good
Muscles to waste away
Broke the rule
Choked me through
Pulled me too close
Transparent as ghosts
An unyielding lust
To the horrors of man
Stare into fear
Such horrid leer
Take and steal and scare and sing
Or better yet his radio sang
Such a long quiet sorrowful manly drive
For those who wish to thrive
Be a man?
Take a stand
For a man is a man is a man is
You broke my life
Left me as bile
But I'm still alive
With vision for miles
I see it clearly now
I see that a man is a man is a man
I’ve been questioning what it is to be manly vs what it is to be human vs what it is to even be alive. A man isn't measured by the power of his centerpiece, if you will. A man is measured by his ability to respect boundaries and not force himself, be it emotionally or physically, upon others. That right there is a man. Manhood is respect.
i can't help but look
as the man you thought i was dies
and the person i really am
crawls into bed beside you
I walked into the room
Surprised to find you alone
You sit there ignoring me as if you were expecting my company
I sit down next to you
Wondering what was going to happen next
You kiss me and grab me like an alcoholic grabs a bottle after a long day of sobriety
You slowly move closer and begin to nestle yourself into me to find some sort of comfort
Moments later you ask how I’m doing
I tell you the truth
“I’m doing fine”
even though that is far from reality
but in my head, it sounds right
my words travel in one ear out the other
but I don’t mind
I’m here with you
And that’s all I wanted
I proceed to return the favor and ask how are you
And with the same intentions
You reply, “I’m fine”
It’s the silence that kills
The elephant in the corner
Staring at both of us
First at you, then at me
You’re good like that
Ignoring the obvious
Or maybe your just not bothered by it at all
But for me it the only thing on my mind
I try to be like you
But I guess I just care more
Not long after the silence is broken
We migrate from one room to another
You slowly begin to undress
Which signals me to do the same
You grab me and throw me on your bed
I’m stunned but carry on
We proceed with our usual endeavors
Your hand between my legs
Searching for a reaction
I give you what you want
Even though my attention is elsewhere
You tell me to move up and you continue
You notice somethings up and tell me I’m tense
I guess my acting wasn’t on point and you caught me
You tell me to breath and relax
But you and I both know that’s not going to work
We proceed and I pretend some more
You look up for a reaction and I give you that satisfaction
And when your finished
It’s my turn to make you moan
I get to work
I make sure to do all the things I know will make your hair stand up
I move lower and lower
Till the only thing left do is swallow your pride
You grab my hair and push me down
You love it when you have control
You pull me up to your face and kiss me
I expected this to happen next
We play the same chords over and over again
Only to continue with the movements
But this time it’s different
And right before the end you tell me you missed me
But you didn’t miss me
You missed what my body provides
A place to hold your manhood
And like the alcoholic needs a drink
You need someone to cherish your manhood
My body to you is who I am
It’s what you crave
You need the parts of me that serve you
That’s what you miss
I lie there in silence
Staring at the elephant
Until I finally say
I missed you too
a poem to my past lover
I sit by the window
In absent mindedness
Speaker of the so-called
grey crested emotions.
No more wine?
No more dead birds?
as happy as the outer space
as poor as my manhood.
I sit by the window
I touch you in the night
Like the hero of your dream
Prosecuted and paralyzed
by the hallowed love
I touch you cold,
how close is this to a lipless grin? .
- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
You are a cowardly lion who purrs and hide, unlike the other kingly beasts who roars with a sense of pride and leadership.
I need the best quality **** on the market, brand new
and in good condition.
The question is, “What is their *** worth?” If a man values his manhood, it would be high demand. In other words, he cares about who he shares himself with.
I could only see through altered sensory
Clearly drowning subconsciously
Open wide beneath dark clouds brewed consciously
The familiar breeze that once calmed me
I no longer feel
She only qualms me
The mentally numb have become physically sick
I can't stand the rocking on this ship
So accustomed to life at sea
Flashes of lightning dance with me
A tearstained deck under my feet
I loved the taste
It smelled sweet
The salt and the sweat
All of our heat
A season of life