Whether you saturate yourself with words
or carve your body with roses
the tempest, is the brooding weather
that tells of a sea, safe to cross
close friends are close
because they share life, together
but the lion’s hunt, is the lion’s prize
and each man is an island, unto himself
mysterious, and worth exploring
when that island
does not need land bridges.
Women are the prize
And no man can share his trophy
or his skill at the gun, with another
giving away scraps, is a game, men play with each other
it’s a woman’s game, most men play today
where everyone cheats, and none can get enough
we don’t enjoy, what we don’t win
If I were to throw a party
and invite the gentlemen gentry, and ladies that sparkle in the night
like stars
waiting to be plucked from the heavens
could I contain the universe
presiding over my creation
like God
or would it be, like a big bang
a hook-up scene, where alcohol and fornication flowed down the stairs
like addiction dreams
sweet excess, without thorns or stingers
I could abandon desire
completely
give up, on a younger man’s game
so memories, never created, never haunt me
hanging on the walls
like mounted photographs, of my best love.
Frustration, at ill-conceived costumes
and poorly crafted conversations
bad haircuts
and scuffed shoes
for this courtship of love, that compares itself
to the Pride
a test, to choose
a gamble, to settle
quit, while you’re still ahead
but I don’t want to cash in, for a hand I don’t want
I look at my hand
Arthritic pain, from holding, is more tempting
than each finger, encased, with gold rings
all the flowers, will fade
My pain, will remain the same,
holding my cards, and never choosing
waiting, for that perfect straight of luck
belonging to me, and only me
I’m not meant for this world
it’s so cheap
and traded
like musical chairs
Why sit down when the music stops?
Yet, I want the throne
I want to be King
I just don’t want to be a competing commoner
I’m not special, I know it
I just wish the rules of the game were different
I wish we could all be happy
I wish it wasn’t ugly.
Very deep. I also wish it wasn’t this way, because I cannot love under these parameters, but I am compelled to love. Am I doomed to a lifetime of broken dreams?
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You can rise above anything! Thanks for your words Jen. I’m glad I’m not the only one.
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