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Still Crazy Jun 2014
"Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation"

Sir Isaac Newton

Upon reflection of this wisdom,
Seanathon Jun 2018
Having children of my own, somewhere, someday.
Will be to me, the most phenomenal distraction from self which could ever be...
Because what else do you have to live for (besides faith obviously) when you're 50-60?
Manny Arriaga Apr 2017
Bite your nails and make them rough like the burliness set beside you.
Don’t let tears fall like streaked sweat along the fabric of your skin
And speaking of your skin,
Let it dry;
Dry it with the blood of your heart so that men will nod and boys will bow to your feet,
The same way a curtain sways at the touch of strong wind
Let your strong limbs, your embedded masculinity rise within
And roar.
Take down all the boys and rise
Like a man.
Let your hands clash
Like a man.
Let your emotions die and your body live
Like a man.

Stop laying your hands on your hips while you speak.
Stop allowing your razor to cut strands off your legs.
A real man has hair,
Hair that flows like strings across the frame of your limbs
And your sides,
The space between your thighs
And speaking of which,
Let your emotions flow inside a woman for her to love you.
Love a woman like the woman she is,
And be a man like the man you are.
But certainly,
Most importantly,
Act. Like a man.

Show her what’s between your legs
And love what’s between hers.
She won’t refuse
And she won’t cut back.

She loves men.
She only loves men.
She is a girl,
And she’ll only love you if you act like a man.
You must act like a man.
You must dress like a man.
Strip off the layers of feminine odor
Take off that necklace,
Take out that mindset
Undress from that dress of indecisiveness
And appreciate what I gave you.
Clean up those cosmetics.
Clean up your act.
Quit quietly cooking that head of yours
Into the land of ridiculousness.
Change what those demons have created
And act. Like a man.”

But father,
What is a man.
Is a man someone who differs from those with different heads.
Is a man someone who keeps his hair short but his ego long.
Is a man someone who dwells in their own glory but refuses to acknowledge the worth of others.
Is a man tall?
Is a man short?
Is a man big?
Is a man small?
Is that a man who walks the streets in pursuit,
A cigarette dangling from his dead fingers.
Is that a man who feels the soft skin of a flower
Yet too ignorant and too lazy to care for it
So they pluck her while she’s still pretty
Then when bored, leave her to dry in the midst of a desert.
Is that a man who dares call a woman ***** upon refusal
Yet easy when she accepts.
Is that a man who lingers on his own masculinity,
Entrapped in his ****** scent of hormones
Yet too ignorant to recognize the life he could have
If, just if,
He gave a look into the reflection of the water
Just to see himself for once.
Is that a man who makes false claims
Yet lives in complete hypocrisy.
Is that a man who has the nerve to defend lost causes when a woman speaks the truth?
Then I am not a man.
I am not a man.
I never was.

I never was confined in the stereotype you set aside for me,
Nor was a piece in the patriarchy
That was once built with honor
Now wrecked with the tomb of lies that all who were the norm,
Remain the norm,
And stay the norm,
Holding power over all for their own benefit.

I never was a man,
Never like a man,
And never will be a man.

If a man is all you told me to be,
If a man is what all you claim,
If a man is what you took from your father
And gave to your own,
Then I am not that man.

They weren’t demons.
They were me.
Denel Kessler Dec 2016
transparent seeds
nest in winter hollows
the future reflected
in all-knowing eyes
an internal compass buried
in each golden heart

dappled forest light
on the natal stream
memories of salt
ingrained within
the latent lure
of open ocean

our destinies are silver
a return to clear waters
transformed revenants
glassy-eyed and gasping
on the gravel bed
that birthed us
Randy Johnson Oct 2016
A long time ago, some Demons turned themselves into human men.
They did this to be able to have relations with women way back then.
The woman gave birth to the Demons babies and they grew to be giants.
Any child that came from a Demon was most likely despicable and defiant.
I honestly believe that one of the Demons children was Goliath who was a giant.
Many people were afraid of Goliath but it was just a child who killed the evil tyrant.
Demons can no longer become human men like they did thousands of years before.
God put an end to it, Demons can't turn themselves into human beings anymore.
Äŧül Apr 2016
See this hollow trunk here,
It houses a parrot family now,
The elder tree let itself be pecked,
A woodpecker carved a home inside,
Then parrots came to the hollow,
It protects their children a lot,
Seldom do they thank God.

The woodpecker seeks the credit not.
Is it not just so beautiful?

I luckily live so close to mother nature that I see her in her almost ******, undisturbed natural love.

My HP Poem #1066
©Atul Kaushal
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
There once was an ugly offspring,

Unfortunately it was me,

As I grew old,

The more I got told,

That I was a sight to not see.
George Krokos Feb 2016
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
Written in 2015.
Our lives run different ways
Maybe it is just another phase
I’ve been here before
And I want to do it no more
It’s dog eat dog all the time
It’s dog eat dog to survive
You’re in all of my daydreams
But that’s okay because I’ve got no self-esteem

I’m not the one that started it all
You sarcastic mister know-it-all
You’re rejection’s got me so low
If you keep then I just might go
I’m just the same as I was back then
And I’m never changing who I am
I feel quite poor, much to an extreme
But that’s okay because I’ve got no self-esteem

Why would you want to break my heart?
Why would you want to tear our love apart?
Now I cry, but I don’t tell anyone
Because I’m no longer your ‘Golden One’
And I know that I’m being used
But it’s okay, because I like the abuse
I’m in a nightmare; no one can hear me scream
But that’s okay because I’ve got no self-esteem

I know, after time in that horrid jail cell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
I love you, please forgive me, for I know not what I do
I only wish that I once had the chance to actually meet you
Why did you not tell me who you really were?
Why did you not care if I was really hurt?
I know that you don’t care that you’re mean
But that’s okay because I’ve got no self-esteem
I’m just a sucker with no self-esteem…
Dedicated to all those that have suffered in silence...
Amanda Elizabeth Jul 2015
to fabricate a progeny
even as result of love
is a crime in the
labyrinth of my mind
for affection doesn't spiral
like fractals on branches
it blooms, to radiate
words and feeling
it wants you to help it burst
through the world
until it

i know my eyes find gentle
fawn fondled by stroke
of its kindred
violets of golden light
brought to the sweet center
sucklings encapsulating my tiny soul

an embryo is
clement, humane
but its spawn
will never be the flower to its
once benevolent

if i were to breed a flower
would it possess arcane secrets of the world?
if i were to
slip away
would she perceive that life
is cruel
and replicate my
innocent belief
how the absence of someone
to hold your bones
convinces you you are unworthy?

for if someone i adorned
so much
would induce me otherwise
i never want to have kids i wrote this sober so
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