#masculine
His father told him, "Boys don't cry--
Why can't you do what real boys do, like playing football?
Just get out of my sight"--
His father's last cruel statement left only delight...
He left the house that wasn't a home, gazing at the sky
And the rain softly whispered, "It takes a real man to cry"...
The clouds parted company, leaving the radiant ones' smile
'Twas nought for his young legs to eagerly walk a short mile...
And there she was, free of judgment and naked of pride
The lightness of Being, swathed him with Love's tender kiss
When in the arms of Mother Nature, nothing felt amiss...
She welcomed him with her roving carpet of evergreen
It was his secret place to cry, amid wild flowers, unseen...
He asked the fairies for permission before picking buttercups
The pulchritude his immortal soul beheld was nigh utterless...
As he was offering cups of the sun to the father of the woods--
He caught a glimpse of her picking daisies
Which she cheerfully offered unto the meadow stream
Fifteen years later, they wed, neath the Rowan tree
Transcendent of worldly desires ~ One with Thee...
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 6:28 PM UTC
He moves through the world quietly,
learning to carry weight on his own.
Some doors were closed, some never existed,
and some he couldn’t keep knocking on.
Some moments slip through his hands,
others arrive late, much later than he hoped.
Shadows of him grow taller every year,
making the room too dark to speak.
No maps, no signals — just the road,
and a tired choice to keep moving anyway.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
My psyche’s manor,
candle-lit,
snow-capped hills,
gated in
against a fire
roaring in.
The wise old woman
waits and sits;
she speaks of safety,
preserving peace.
Unconscious contents
shake bronze gates,
so seasons change
beneath the skin.
In a white, vast court
where silence lives,
I’m safe for now —
but this I know:
that my Unknown
will come to Known.
Before the spring,
beneath my snow,
the grass of Me
begins to grow.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
when emotion arises
his brow wrinkles
creating a dozen furrows
across his forehead
as waterworks
in a gravitational pull
fall to the left
onto the
eastern side
of his face
down his neck tendons,
half-way over his left clavicle
down into his heart
he’s so that there
his tears they flow
and they flow
and they flow
and they flow
~ pekaplan, 2025
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
(a poem for the women left holding the dustpan)
I remember when my children were small—
eager hands reaching for the broom,
begging to help.
They’d trail behind me,
half-heartedly sweeping,
missing corners,
scattering crumbs.
But they wanted to try.
So I let them.
I’d guide their tiny hands,
show them the rhythm,
and still end up doing it myself.
They’d get tired, bored—
drop the broom mid-sweep
and run off laughing
while I stayed behind
to clean it properly.
That’s what this felt like with you.
You insisted.
“I want this. I can do this.”
So I gave you the broom.
I showed you the way.
I slowed down, waited,
offered my heart like a home.
But the minute the work began,
the minute the dust stirred,
you handed it back—
too heavy, too much,
not fun anymore.
And like a child,
you disappeared into yourself,
while I stood there—
hands full of splinters,
heart full of ache,
sweeping up the pieces
of everything you couldn’t carry.
You wanted the broom.
Until you didn’t.
And now I’m here,
again—
cleaning the mess
you made of me.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Carl Jung in his tower
conversing with Dragon
and the Moon Goddess
☆
" There are two trees
that are one
and they are the
masculine
and the feminine .
They are
creating a
new dimension
using alchemy ,
Temperance and
emotion . "
☆
Two pillars bring forth
the unexpected .
A new seeding of cycles
and transformation .
☆
There will be two eclipse ,
first one solar , and next
lunar .
Then the warrior sweeps
all before him .
and the Goddess moves
her hand
across the Night .
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC
The sacrifices of boys and men
Their own devices of joys and sin
The costly prices of ploys to win
The lonely crisis that destroys within
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
The only cure for me
Is your voice
And
I admire the
Stunning
Bottle
It
Comes
In
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 4:58 PM UTC
No matter how many times I'm called beautiful
or pretty, of gorgeous, or any other comment,
I will always cry when I hear the name
You try to call me adoringly...
It is dead.
I bury it here
In the words.
I write its tombstone.
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
Oh, {deadname},
You're my beautiful daughter.
I know you're only lying.
You'll never, ever be a boy
No matter how long you keep trying.
Give up on transitioning.
Your mind has been poisoned.
The media has consumed you-
All the lies eating their way in.
Finally, you are my precious baby girl.
You're very smart, and you know that.
Don't think you're a boy- you're not.
You should put on your smiling mask
Until you're not sick anymore,
-Your loving mother
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
Have I done enough praying in my life,
to have brought to fruition, this caring man
that God sent my way?
He cares for me and how I feel,
he pulls my chair so I can sit.
He holds me close on the dance floor,
and beckons me to follow his masculine lead.
He raises his drink and toasts to my honor,
which makes me feel unbelievably special,
like winning our own private lottery drawing.
He puts me on his pedestal and holds me
in the highest regard.
But yet he still worries; will I always be,
the same me he sees every day.
Am I going to change who I’ve introduced him to?
Is my love for him going to change?
Are the words I pen from my heart, going to
end up hurting our divine connection?
I am here to stay for the long haul,
I am not afraid to share my feelings.
I dig this power that you emit my way.
That slow drag you had in the beginning
is still locked down inside my soul
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
The core of your emotionally charged vibration gives me shivers,
then evens me out, like an illegal drug shocks the system.
You calm me down like a deep ****** after an exhausting ********** primal event!
I can’t say when, why, or the exact moment in time,
when you entered into my solitary world.
I can’t seem to let this go, the feeling of passion, the warmth of unity,
the wholesome finality of not feeling alone.
I don’t want to wake from my fragmented sleep,
because I feel you deeper when my eyes are closed.
I know it takes time and patience to hone in on what you feel.
I’ve waited so long for this slow dance to happen,
and I’m not about to give up now.
You make me feel like a female dragon in ****** heat,
expelling thunder like an old-time flashcube, dancing within my murky emotions.
Brandy filled chocolate covered cherries; melt from the heat inside of me,
Intoxicating the alcoholic burn on my tongue.
You’ve become a distillery of thoughtful contentment, that slowly releases
a flowing continuum of deliberate desires.
I’ve had some ups and I’ve had some downs, when it comes
to relationships and emotional intensities.
The air around you have pierced my reality and rebuilt the broken
chambers of my heart.
Feelings have been set free, with re-deposits of evaporated pain;
changing charged up devotions into kinetic realties.
My Mister Devine you bring out my divinity,
from the safety of your embrace to the finesse of your masculinity.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
Suspended in time
Weightless and unworried
We hang on to the moment
Sedated magic unhurried
His scent is captivating and wild
Forever embedded in my brain
Masculine and crisp
A few hints of the earth after a rain
Insecurities held at bay
I live inside your sanctuary
Your embrace keeps me safe
My senses relaxed and unwary
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
~~~~~~~
starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence
they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity
make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails
blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting
frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace
you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night
they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is
the
more
one
bleeds
the
more
one
prays
~~~~~~~
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
Let me begin to chip away,
Piece by piece,
The idealistic fantasy of
The White Knight.
It was never fair to you
Nor I
To expect saving
And almost.. perfection.
A story so often spoon fed to us all
From young ages.
Promised, almost.
So young our minds cling to this projection of what "should" be.
You men carry things
We women could never fathom
Until we open our hearts to see you,
Truly see you,
And graciously allow you
To also be human.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Remember me
The one you didn’t know you needed
All woman, soft tender wet
With curves that made you hard
And drew forth your animal
Remember my ocean
Waters deep you dive into
Liquid sweet to quench you
Remember the fire
That burned my resistance
It burns still
Remember
The Phoenix woman rises
Time and again
She lifts you up
For it is now your time
To shine
Slay those demons that pull you down
Remove distractions and noise
Allow the pressure to reveal facets of greatness you have yet to discover
That I see so clearly
Rise my beloved
Rise
Rumble with your terror, this beast of vulnerability, wrestle that bear to the ground
And emerge victorious
I will be here upon your return
Nourished within myself,
Empowered in my work and my life
Ripe with readiness
To feed your starving
To nourish your weary
To feast on mutual desire
And remind you who you are
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
The Faceless Man
He walks the world without one,
but could borrow any face.
I could guess the colour of His skin
but He doesn't belong to any race
As soon as He's within your grasp
He disappears without a trace
And you can only sense His smile
As He slips into your place.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
The mood
Played a fiddle
With the music of a violin
I followed the same hips
To the tune of feminine
Then I mastered the gentle fiddling
And the plucks of pizzicato
Before the moon cried
Her desperate eyes
For the sound of a cello
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
For all my life I’ve been a woman obsessed
With taking up as little space as possible
To shrink my waist
And sink my cheeks
I’ve been a woman obsessed
With being heard as little as possible
To bite my tongue and not interrupt
To keep the ******* curse words in
I’ve been a woman obsessed
With winning the hearts of others
To see the twinkle in their eye when they smile at me
But I am thick, and I am loud, and I forgot to love myself.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
there have been so many times
i have seen a man wanting to weep
but
instead
beat his heart until it was unconscious.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
People walk all about
Humming a soundless tune of self-doubt
The drinks keep coming
Steeped in endless fuming
Friends joke around
A truth sealed and bound
Hiding behind a deadpan
Sustaining the image of an American man
‘More!’, everyone shouts
Raising their cups forgetting their spouse
Sitting here with a straight face
Wanting to forget my workplace
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Swinging rhythmically; bloated and unsteady,
He nudges at the doorway of his desire,
And descends into darkness,
Carrying his heavy load of lust.
Beyond the bottleneck,
From where warmth and light beckon,
He hears the trill of girlish laughter,
The sound of sanctuary at play.
Pausing briefly; head cocked to one side,
He sighs with resignation,
Deposits his craving clumsily,
And withdraws deflated and defeated.
Once again.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC