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She

She

Such a simple word, isn’t it? Yet, it encompasses a world of everything. Pain, glory, fun, tenderness; all parts of being a person first. Unfortunately the word, “SHE”, creates a desire in some to bring this glory down, keep it in pain, under control.

The word, “HE”, does not bring with it a set of instructions that includes treating, “SHE”, like secondary citizens. This may be harsh but it is only truth. The man who must keep, “SHE”, down is announcing to the world his cowardice; his unwillingness to face the possibility she won’t choose to stay.

The unwillingness to accept the word, “NO”, and simply make demands pours all the weaknesses out of the closet for the world to look on and judge. Speaking isn’t necessary. All it requires is the simple action of placing a harmful hand on, “SHE”, and you allow the world to glimpse your weakness in glaring detail.

Real strength comes from staring your fear of her loss in the face and saying; “I accept your choice, no matter what it is.” It comes from holding that harmful response at bay and let her choose if she wants the tender hand on her face. If that person – she – really matters to you then her happiness; wherever it comes from; should be more important than if she finds that happiness with you.

To say; “She must find happiness with me or else,” means she isn’t the most important person to you. You are the most important person to you.

If, “SHE”, truly matters then you should be able to revel in her smile; no matter what the source of that smile is.

Perish the Dream of the Soul Contained

Hold a dream in the palm of your hand. Digits close quickly – strongly- trying to hold on tight. The dream changes shape; loses its appeal; as the streams slip through your fingers. It pulls at your heart; this travesty at a dream lost for attempting to crush it close.

Hold a dream in the palm of your hand. It lives, it breathes, as it stays of its own accord and you feel majestic as this dream’s choice. It builds, it grows, in the freedom from being captured but fulfilling its purpose upon the choice to stay.

Simple is the idea that a living thing, in whatever form, brings greater beauty in its freedom to leave but staying because that’s where it wants to be. Expectation, obligation and control; these crush the spirit of the living. Choice, desire and hope; these bring the spirit alive and bring the best out of the living.

Fear of loss is a gripping power; terrible in its embrace. To covet something as, “mine,” absorbs the beauty and keeps it contained, unseen. Anger at the threat of loss turns beauty dull as it tries to blend in – hide.

Acknowledgement is a form of freedom. All of the living wish to be seen in its freedom and hear from those living in its presence. To gaze on the treasure of its beauty but to hold opinion back is another trap to kill the beauty. Even an unkind opinion is still valuable for it allows for growth. To hold back the opportunity for growth is control and limits the beauty that could be.

Comments should always be welcome. It is simply the desire to reach out hands to control the beauty of the living that should be reined in.

Be well, every valuable soul that dreams freely. This means all of you.

Striving For Greater Value

To remain happy with displaying the animal sides of our natures is; in essence; denying our very humanity. It diminishes the value of the treasure to be obtained to force a woman to give of herself instead of seeking the greater reward of her free choice. I know; having been a male all my life; how hard it is to deny our animal instincts but it is this very fight; so our human minds may seek the greater treasures that await; that makes the fight worth it.

We; as human men; though it’d be easier to give into our instinctual impulses; need this fight because it makes us better men. Human men have always sought out the greatest challenges; to build, to destroy and to conquer. The greatest battle to be fought is the one against our own natures.

When we can rise above the animal; control it; and let our rational mind greater sway, we open endless possibilities because that which we seek most in this world – women – will become something more than the appeasement of a moment’s carnal delight. They become jewels, more precious than diamonds. They become wealth, greater than all the gold on the planet.

This is in response to a recent story concerning several young men forcing themselves on one young woman. The consequences to the young men will be serious but the consequences to that one young woman will be devastating for years; until she finds her value again as someone greater than a few young men’s plaything. She’s a human woman and this alone makes her worth more than all the wealth available.

We; as men; also need to hold ourselves to higher standards and say; “Our lives as free men; for the whole of our lives; are worth more than throwing it all away to appease a momentary desire.” If the woman you seek is worth throwing your life away for then, by all means, let her know the proper way so she may decide if you’re her knight. If the individual woman is only worth a few minutes of your time then value the human being and let her live as she chooses.

This isn’t about denying ourselves anything but giving ourselves a chance at something greater than giving into momentary lapses of control that could see us throwing years of our lives away and; worst of all; damaging a human woman whose only crime was; SHE WAS THERE.

We’re no longer cavemen. We’re no longer barbarians. We have the ability to be greater than that. We have the ability to say; “We’ve grown into HUMAN men and seek the greater experiences that come from balancing emotion with controlled rational thought.”

To all women who’ve experienced this pain or not; YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN PLAYTHINGS. Your free choice in the greatest treasure available.

To all men who’ve fought the battle and attained your woman’s free choice; Congratulations!

Before Your Eyes Take That Ride

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Before your eyes take that ride

Left step, right step, I explode – pop – slam – into your sight.

Starting with the feet,they’re small and sweet; then ride up the calf, so smooth and neat. Keep riding up the thigh to the…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you think about the gain.

The journey continues over the rear, keeping in mind the point, “most dear!” – then it’s up the abs I keep in shape, to the mounds of heavenly woman’s…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Give me a reason to believe, what’s found within cures your need.

I hold respect to a higher view so, when you think to follow the cues; the heat in your body provides you; my eyes should be your first stop!

Within this face that stirs your need are the orbs which grant you leave so, before your eyes take the ride look into mine and abide; there’s a world within this form that tempts your ardor’s norm and seeks recognition for its value.

If you can’t then…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you seek the gain.

The Empty Struggle

Pain is such a constant friend numbness sets in; apathy. Reaching out, the hand comes back fast for the slap of indifference. Even those of close association turn their eyes away for the inability to see the pain that inspires the song. It requires the effort, the caring, to look for it. The one in pain is bound by the tightest need to remain silent and simply hope, the one needed will see them someday.

The pain is a weight that makes caring if life continues a thin string to dangle from. The one in pain holds onto that string but can’t bring the enthusiasm to care if the string breaks. The heart is broken to the empty eyes that ignore how fragile that hold is. There are reasons the pained one continues to dangle from that string and not let go; though the string cuts into the flesh to provide fresh pain, as the minutes turn to hours, the hours into days and the days into numbing years.

This titanic struggle continues to elude the understanding and hope slowly fades as a new cry goes unheard though others sit but a few feet away.

Darkness

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Lost in a world of darkness waiting for the key. I pound. I scratch. I wait for eternity for the one who finds it important enough to look for me. The dark is like molasses or quicksand slowly, dragging me down. I fear the end will come before the light comes home.

I scream for help but the sounds of contentment drown my pain. Ever do I slip farther away; calling, ever calling, for the one who sees me. If anyone hears it must be faint, like the buzzing of a mosquito to be swatted at blindly.

There’s a world out there, I do remember. The locks on this prison are not for me to break. The might of heroic effort on the part another is required. A specific champion who sees into the dark and finds me; the invisible one who speaks but can’t be heard for the important messages of celebrity doings most wonderful.

Crawling to the wall in pathetic disdain, I try once again for it’s all I’ve got. The echoes of my torment keep me company.

A Simple Wish Granted

My world was rocked as she stepped through the door. Long trim legs – kick ass seat – swaying to and fro. What caught me out like a clean right hook were the tears that spoke…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

It caught me such a blow, I was frozen as she passed. With heart feeling heavy, I walked out to try. She’s gone and I can’t help the burden dragging on my soul. Such was my hope that I’d find her again to heal the hole she left in this world without her smile.

It made me feel…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

This chance encounter pulled at me for a three week stint. Then out of the blue we’re returned to the point when I’m granted a second try. As she passes, I swallow my fear and say; “Hi.” With hesitant voice she responds in kind.

I ask, “How are you?” She sees the genuine interest but the source has much to be desired. “I’m okay. Thank you.” She turns to leave and I’m about to be left hanging in…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

I hung my head for the promised ritual I knew by heart. To watch as she took her pain to the next in line to add more. I couldn’t speak for the lump of pain that caused the throat to constrict.

She turns back for a smile and I let her go as my wish was granted.

The Social Media Shield

Shielding the ability to make assumptions through the use of the computer is an injustice. Social media provides a glimpse into people but in no way provides a complete picture. Yet the idea we can make decisions of absolute certainty about people based on the small glimpse through the shield of the computer is; in essence; denying the humanity of people.

A man may genuinely be a soft soul; who’d never harm anything; yet makes one statement to this very core of who he is and it gets assumed he’s hunting for carnal delights. This isn’t to say; he’d turn it down; but this is a man who easily respects others and doesn’t get unreasonably upset when interest isn’t returned.

A woman may be genuinely interested in subjects that historically are predominately male and express her opinion in this arena. This shouldn’t be a call to arms to defend the male cave; especially if she knows what she’s talking about.

When we allow ourselves to respond unreasonably to a moment’s strong emotion, we make of ourselves victims of assumptions that do harm; mostly to ourselves. We may push away those who’d be the best in our lives for the sake of a momentary, emotional belief; this is unusual so might be trouble. Trouble is nowhere in the vicinity of the mind of the speaker yet the wall of difference that slams up between keeps understanding away.

It is our willingness to take a moment, let the emotion settle and let reason reign that allows us the opportunity to connect to those who could be the best our lives come into contact with. They may be different from the normal but that could be the very thing your own life needs to find real fulfillment.

It the interest of fairness there is the potential that real harm exists but to lay a generalization that; where one person in a particular group may be interested in causing harm, it colors the opinions of the rest is unreasonable. Blinding ourselves with generalizations and not be willing to gauge on an individual basis may have the consequence of chasing away the good and inviting the bad free reign in your life.

Stand in gale, holding on for dear life. The first to offer a hand of assistance is the man you’ve spent years assuming is a terrible soul. The second is the man you don’t know but assumed was the gentlest of people. As the gale intensifies and threatens to blow you into the sea, it is the man with the sour look on his face who finds the will to fight for you. The other turns and looks to himself.

This; in itself; is a small glimpse and people change through experience. The one who was good was confronted with a real threat and balked. The one who was sour may’ve become this person through lifelong experience with others assuming bad things but found his heart to try when tested. In the end a life was saved in the face of wrong assumptions.

The next scenario involves a man who needs help but with something unique. In order for this man to find the help he needs, he must remain silent. The answer to his trouble will come from the one who has the desire and willingness to understand he is hurt and not the uncaring soul everyone assumes he is. This is a man who needs something he cannot seek out but simply hope relief will come from one who finds him important enough to pay attention to.

In the end we can only do the best we can but that is, the question I must ask; are we doing the best we can or allowing ourselves to be complacent and allow the pain of assumptions to continue?