the most tragic affair
is the man who can’t have an affair
the man who is beaten so slowly
he won’t admit he was fighting.
I have an affair with Samson—that man from the bible
who lost his inspiration
due to his trust of a woman.
She had his eyes poked out, and he was nothing but a slave
but he prayed one last time, to retain his honor
and he knowingly paid the price with his life.
What will you trade your life for
For one chance, to say, “Enough. I will gamble.”
Suicide, is romantic, if one doesn’t quit
but most people want to end their pain, and quit suffering.
Frustration is a force
that causes people to die before they die—only a few go mad.
We are living lives that are too careful
Failure, is our lack of faith
our lack of balls
our inability to make things happen
Women are laughing at us
and they should.
It hurts the failed man,
because he knows the only desirable women
are those he can’t have.
He has the good things of life, because he didn’t quit
but there is nothing he has won, and a participation trophy, is no trophy at all
He might complain at the walls, justifying his accomplishments
saying things out-loud, he doesn’t believe
“I’m such a great guy. I have a degree. Why won’t worthy women love me?”
and people call him judgmental
but there is no fighting, reality
His success in the office
means as much, as the paperwork he pushes—
it all ends up in the trash.
Women won’t give him the time of day
until the final hour, when they need a man, as a place-holder
but by then, there is no woman left, in the woman
they are no longer wild
because they couldn’t find a wild man.
A wild man lives by his own law
Contrary to the selfish, easy, life
His existence is intolerable, without a reason “Why?”
and the most common reaction to him, from well-adjusted society
is, “Why are you doing that?”
And He might answer, “Why do anything?”
Safe-lives take comfort in his rhetorical question
because it seems, that living is relative—
that all living is equal,
but it’s not.
The only life worth living, is one, where you can step into a room, and be known
Most men who walk into a room are ignored
they leave no impression
even their shadows are ashamed of them.
There are beautiful women, who aren’t wild
and there are beautiful women, who don’t seem wild, but they are
they just haven’t opened up to you
because you aren’t the sun
or the wind
or any force at all
Why should they share their wild beauty with you?
You aren’t wild
You can’t enjoy their flower
You are like a dog chasing a car
if you caught it, you wouldn’t know what to do with it
and it would probably run you over.
The wild woman
does not defile herself
So many women, pretend to be wild
but they are always doing life
They wonder why they can’t find a wild man
and it’s because they aren’t wild
the fakers are caged cats
with their eyes glazed over
raised in captivity
because that’s all they have known
and for all their reactivity
they’ve not had a single original idea.
To stay wild in this life
requires more than persistence, in the face of frustration
and I’m not really sure what that is
Most of us are tame, and that is our destiny
but for me, it feels like, “Get it over with, now!”
I can’t take one more day of this
I want a wild woman
and I am tired of being tired
the force must cut through bullshit
and be obvious, like faith
If it’s invisible, it’s nothing.
Most people pretend to have it
but my faith must quite literally move mountains
and then I’ll say, “I believe in God.”