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The Heart Can Only Take So Much
Battered, bruised, the heart can’t take it for a lifetime and remain viable. Such is my heart as rejection is the norm. I hear the platitudes that I should just live for myself but that breeds bitterness. The seeds of the bitter are planted and a crotchety old man is taking form. Ruined I am for this world and a sincere wish to see the next soon grows with each day.
The Sudden Question
She awakens, showers and dresses with all the careful attention to detail she’s come to expect. As she stands before the mirror, putting on her makeup she has a sudden question, “Why am I doing this? I’ve spent my life working on this ritual but never asked this of myself.”
She studies every feature of her face as her mind works on the answer then she has a sudden smile as she replies, “I do this for myself.”
The day is glorious because she understood this.
Be well all the glorious women however you appear and never change unless you can say this same thing, “I do this for myself.”
The World is a Heavy Weight
Trying to find your place in a world you don’t believe in feels like a weight crushing the soul. After spending the bulk of my life ducking my head in the sand it feels like I’m trying to speak to people using a dead language. In my attempts to make my voice heard, I feel like I’ve lost touch with how to talk. It doesn’t help when you’re a non-conformist. I have a hard time connecting to people through what’s deemed important today because I can’t share that sense of importance. I can’t bring myself to be the performing monkey or the dog that behaves for fear of biting the master’s hand.
It is my basic wish to hear people’s opinions on my work; positive or negative. Both perspectives help growth but silence is the breeding ground of stagnation. I feel like a relic of a bygone era because I didn’t grow up in an era with massive support. I grew up in a time when people swallowed their issues. Now there’s tons of support for the youth but for those like me, the world seems to be running me over and passing me by.
Sports Writing: Breanna Stewart
BREANNA STEWART
Boss steppin’ on the court as her passion stakes her claim.
Respect the grace as she dominates while you read her name.
End of game is a foregone conclusion of victory lest you bring all.
Away or home the court is hers requiring full effort to take the ball.
None but those sharing the jersey can match her b-ball beauty.
None but those facing her in the post can appreciate her fairly.
And the face on this, warrior of the rock, stirs passion hot.
Six-foot-four is her posted height and ungainly she is not.
Take a step in the wrong direction guarantees her team’s score.
Even odds or better, when she’s in her element it’s never a bore.
Winning on the court or in life is this angel’s due.
Attaining respect for the woman she is, shouldn’t be anything new.
Radiant is her soul as she stands above the rest.
The chance to see this baller in person once, fuels hope’s zest.
Distrust Is A Weight Too Heavy
It stands to reason that most people feel more distrust than trust and this is as it should be. When the weight of distrust is so heavy that it drowns any chance to trust at all, it feels like you’re holding the world up by yourself. It kills the voice and the will to keep fighting. I hear the arguments that you need to do for yourself but I’m placing it at ninety-five percent of those people could point to at least one person they trusted absolutely. The lack of being able to find even one person to trust that much kills hope. It kills self-worth. The desire to keep finding the voice and trying gets harder every single day.
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.
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
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.
Darkness
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.
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