Women being watched

when they enter, nervously --


cling to their handbags.

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
The world isn't kind and we hurt one another

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister
Scared since the first time that someone dismissed her

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
That some will teach him not to respect our mother

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister
Scared that I will not trust those who have kissed her

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
I want them to be safer than many of the others

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister

I am scared for them both, I think we all know why
But I am making this oath, I will NOT just stand by

A woman, she’s a sun, who shines bright in the morning sky.
She also burns herself in this world to take care of her child.
She becomes the light in our life.

She is the one who gives a life of bliss to us.
Her womb is a place where our souls are purified.
She sacrifices her every need, to fill our life with all the happiness in this world.

A woman is the one who is pure like a holy fire.
She is as calm as a full moon in the night sky.
Her heart is like a garden full of beautiful flowers.

Her love for us is like the ocean, so deep.
She completes the life of everyone.
She crushes her soul , just to look after the world.

And like the sky which is large and wide,
Her kindness is something that cannot be measured.
She is as strong as a rock, hard to break.

She is the fire, yes, the fire
Which gives the warmth of love
But also burns and turns the hatred into ashes.
A woman is everyone’s strength.

She is the one who makes our life beautiful.
She herself is life.
And without her, this life of ours is nothing but an echoing void.

There she was—
the only woman in a room of men.
She sat on the side
and looked around gently
as she taped her hands.

I tried not to look at her too often,
but she truly was
a rare sight, a relic of sorts.

She stole so many of my glances,
I couldn't help but feel guilty,
and only hoped I was
the only man in the room
from whom she took control.

Then it started.
And as we were forming pairs,
nobody picked her.
Nobody wanted to be
either the wolf who feasts
or the wolf who hurts.

And I wonder if she will ever understand
that it wasn't that she wasn't
good enough for us,
but that she was too good.

They waltz heavenly within
Mango Moonkissed vines
Simply sublime
Their hems honey waves
To rose golden shores
And gaze at the exotic cherry blossoms
Of midnights candles stars
Intimate and afar

Dear love sigh to us more than roses
Mellow and sweet
as midnight sunflowers dream
For I am one in love
with fine wine women
and
The Vineyard stars

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And their gaze waltzes
Exquisitely like moonlit
Hips of Bohemian women
That Salsas and lounge
Upon a luminous shore of love,

Soothing bonfires
Beside honey blossoming coves

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1.) Beautiful and mysterious like a tulip.

Supple, yet smooth you flow as the wind.

What sort of creature is this? I asked!

She is "Anna", they replied.. in a ridiculous manner.

2.) Thou shall not be frail, let not your eyes turn pale!.

Courage, you coward! And overcome your fears.

I am but a lost lad, the worst of all men!

This creature you call a woman, will forever be my best nightmare.

A woman—what is she, if not a mystery written in fire?
She speaks, and her words wound and heal alike.
She loves, and in her love, one either lives or perishes.
She is neither angel nor devil, yet possesses the cruelty of both.

Men dream of understanding her,
as a blind man dreams of light—
but what folly! What arrogance!
For even as she stands before him,
laughing, crying, whispering secrets into the night,
she remains unknowable, a labyrinth without an exit.

She does not belong to him, nor to the world.
She belongs only to the chaos of her own heart.
And God help the man who loves her,
for he will never escape her shadow.