Curse of the Apple

Why do so few men understand the fairer sex?
We cry and laugh daily about the facts.
When how women hold multiple roles,
And only men rule the nation’s polls,
When women fight for what is right,
Why is it seen as pleas for our plight?
And not cries for fairness, just or equality?
For it is not that we are weaker in strength or mentality.

Feminists we are called when we fight,
Mothers we are seen as our right,
Sisters and daughters by birth,
Does not buy what diamonds are worth.
Maids that scrub and clean for men,
They say because only women can.
Men have held swords in war, 
And girls grasp knives to slay the boar.

In the Garden of Eden, where it all began,
When eve stole the apple and cursed our clan,
To bear young but never escape pain,
But who made men wear the mighty mane?
Behind every successful man, is a woman?
On a mighty tree we are only glanced as a fern,
Why behind and not beside?
What do men have to hide?

To put her in her place,
Who made that ignorant phrase??
Nothing clouds my mind these days,
Unless i think about the confusion a silly man plays.
Clarity and equality are only what we strive for,
Who will give us this and more?

Take a second and ponder,
How will the world be without men I wonder?
Men can never live without women to bear their kin,
Women instead just need a single man to skin.
A million men and one women is unimaginable,
But one man and a million women is definitely applicable.

*a poem i  penned down a long time ago*
11/6/2007

Come Home

I long for your warmth
Your warm hands to keep mine from the cold
I long to see your eyes
That pulls my gaze like a magnet
I long for your strong presence
So I can breathe easy

For now I am gasping for air
Like a fish thrown onto the sand
For now I am crying in the dark
Like the little matchstick girl
For now I want you so bad
Like how a dying man wants life

So, sit beside me again
And let me at last feel the sun’s rays
So, hold my hand tight
And make me whole again
So, come home to me
And my pearl tears will stop falling

Pulse

What makes your heart start pumping? Makes the blood rush to your ears… That guaranteed intoxication… You keep wanting it, your head tells you you’re needing it… You lust for it…because you know you’ve got to have it. You’re yearning for it… That feeling of emancipation… you’re not tied down, you’re being set free…at last.

Everyone has it, so don’t you deny it… you know it, it’s too good to forget... too good to pretend you’ve never met… It’s saying to you…

“You know me…we’ve met… I wanted you and you wanted me. You know you want more…you need me….now.”

You take it, fall for it…into a swirl of endless addiction, the start of the end… you wave goodbye at your life of limits and……escape.

My Mind

……is more of a foe than an ally. I struggle to work alongside it... Sometimes we fight and walk off in opposite ways... Sometimes we agree and accomplish and produce unimaginable things, wonders that stun mortal eyes. Most times we lead separate lives…

Why do I say my mind and I are not but one? Am I insane to think my independent mind does not belong to me? Then you may wonder where my own thoughts come from? From a deep place within, where inspiration, strength, and yes even ideas are entwined and flow like liquid… they are all synergized and work as one. But my foe the mind sits and sulks in a corner, contemplating and thinking of ways to sabotage my harmonious soul... It schemes and distracts me from my true purposes, throwing obstacles in my way... Would have I not achieved peace by now if it was not for my restless mind questioning everything and everyone around me? Oh how I despise it…

Do you fight similar battles? For if you do, do not let this predicament be a bump on your road... Like me you only need to do one thing, and only one thing. Control it. No not your soul, but your mind. Control its wants and so called needs… join me and take the reigns instead, I will not let that pest the mind put me under its spell once again... amusing itself with antics it makes me play. I have my own plans…

So I shall put my foot down and say this to mind; “Join me or prepare to feel my wrath, if you choose the latter I assure you that I will test you, tempt you and make you bow down by force.” 

I see a fork down the road I am about to trudge on... One is down a path of combined power creating a complete me. The other road shows a bleak future where I may live my life constantly fighting my own demons, aroused by none other than… my mind. 

Joy in Solitude

Why do so many people fear the emptiness of loneliness? Is it because we were given the picture of a man sitting by himself reflects a feeling as if the world is just too big for him? Why weren't we taught the truth? That everyone belongs to a huge flock of sheep...and those one or two that bravely wander off, get to see the trueness of the world, of the field, of the valley...

More than often I've been asked, "Eating alone?" with an accompanied face of pity... Well I chose to eat alone, because i prefer my far more intelligent thoughts to those trivial sheep-ish thoughts of others. I do not deny that once in a purple moon, I bump into fellow wandering sheep and we exchange thoughts, experiences, and laugh at others and ourselves. Then as sheep wanderers do, we continue to wander along...in solitude. For we find joy in stillness, in quietness, in emptiness...

Now think not that my world is filled with nothing but a monotonous voice that keeps me going... It is filled with songs of millions of years, bursting from within... Hard to see, easier to feel, it comes easier to some than most... When now as the world is completing its cycle, more sheep are wandering and finding their...solitude.

As time goes by, I know I will meet more of my kind. But is it not inevitable to stay away, if it is our truer nature? Then perhaps we solitude lovers will become the flock of sheep instead? I doubt that will happen...for most will be wolves in sheeps' clothing.