this man is not built for profit but for a prophet
he hides hermits in his armpits
stealing real steel from the eyes of superman
he hides his wild honor in his groin
riding savage grinning tigers into stripelessness
he hides his shame in his fame
he hides his home in his two thumbs
he hides his tanned hide under a suit from gucci
and always seems to know the answers to your questions ahead of their asking

this man is a force of nature
forcing nature's hand into the future
as a prophet he's of the highest stature
built to withstand his many failures

Posted: 02/03/2012 12:03:01

lure me into succeeding
oh muse
delightfully short fuse
burning into nitroglycerine
blow
gone with the mind

Posted: 02/03/2012 15:39:13

Nature of Man

Can this woman be more obvious
as the sun shining through the window
piercing
as the road maps out in distance
as a shadow follows its person
endlessly

Does the echos of her keyboard
reach your land
knowing in advance floored
shrewd to perceive, understand

recognizing her voice
like the rains sudden choice
the skies distant hoist
as the cake so moist

Can one escape from her person
rally to detach her nature certain
like the prisoner unleashed
like the preacher's preach

Do not all our voices betray
each person as they may
like the duck that takes to water
like the brick held by mortar

Consider
reflect
challenge
object

'tis is the nature of man
equipped with himself
understand
no running, no hiding, no thrashing
one nature's own
in words, in play, in life
noticeable, inevitably sown





Posted: 02/03/2012 21:14:26
Last Edit: 02/03/2012 21:31:50 by Salwa Samra

nurture your inner man, man
with a folding away of the pride and
the tracing of maps, among the stiff hairs
the cartilage cartography of the ears and nose
the bony indentations on shouldersand elbows

deepen that hoarse you ride your voice on
on that ribbed apple from adam, for extra depth
of sound, laughing like an engine starting
the extra muscles contracting between the ribs
intercostal, above the vanishing six pack

now outwardly express your inner distress
and put away the pink
the attack of the lacy underwear is over
the smeared lipstick and the drooling eyeliner
so not metrosexual, please, dress in this hormone instead
labelled testosterone for a reason
and man up your ill-fitting mask, my son

Posted: 03/03/2012 14:58:04

Brilliant Quenntis, absolutely brilliant!! BRAVO!!!

Posted: 03/03/2012 20:25:35

Wearing a mask
such a heavy task
Facades to disguise
concealed outfit pry's

Such effort
cracked with it
laying pallet
of make up mallet

Why bother
disillusioned by given gender
forced to mender
return to sender

Turmoil turned
confidence burned
accepting your person
is peace certain

Rushing to alter
hustle and falter
confusion perplexed
uncertain to mix

Such a mess
to confess
returning at best
to births final rest







Posted: 04/03/2012 04:27:30

Brilliant Quenntis, absolutely brilliant!! BRAVO!!!

Thanks - that was super fun to write!

One day to go and the wife is nervously eating time.
It isn't a crime to be scared, but boy oh boy,
(who care's a dime anyway?)
It's a treat watching her sip the seconds, munch on minutes and pig out on the hours.

When they slit her belly open from hip to hip to yank out our baby
We better be wise enough to close our eyes to those guys in masks
(nurses and nurses all)
As Oliver mimes his life of freedom before providing the uniquely familiar soundtrack
Of the birthing cry our seesawing humanity pivots on.

Posted: 06/03/2012 02:42:53

Such another precious time awaits you
My sister is due with her third in June
Never more a sight then the birth of a child
Divinity is revealed in a moment mild

Cherish the journey, as the destination
Encourage your wife, without hesitation
Linger in her hopes, her fears, her dreams
take hold of her, together you team

Soon Oliver will join the clan
sooner he'll present you a man
Never take one moment for granted
Children surely a gift, firmly planted

Posted: 06/03/2012 02:46:55