Friday, July 28, 2017

Trade

I glanced you in the dimness of dusk.
I asked you to come without reminds,
And to bring with you trust,
So together we may lose our minds.

You ran away on sight;
I let you escape into the wild.
The consequences were not worth a fight.
But you returned so I must have been beguiled.

Together we slipped into the brush
Where spies cannot discover our hiding place.
Hidden from eyes sound was merely a hush,
And darkness soaked all space.

There we intended to remain
Where forever we traded a mind for a brain.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The 2 Gender Rules

There are 2 genders of people: 
Artists and Athletes

Rule #1
All artists are mentally crazy;
It's where creativity lives.

Why is it that artists always seem to have a streak - or rather perhaps brushfulls - of anxiety, depression, or some other characteristic deemed a problem.

Perhaps creativity is not something humans can handle.
It makes the mind run rampant attempting to escape.
Its energy is overflowing;
It can be flowing, smooth, but also violent and sharp.

It can be harnessed as a tool and used to fashion awe-inspiring wonders,
Or it can be an onerous nerve itching to be put to use. 
Positive or negative, creativity will make its presence known. 

Rule #2
All athletes are masochistic to some degree.
No pain to gain.

Why would anyone induce pain?
Perhaps it's not the pain they're after,
Rather they want the benefits strung to it.

The personal challenge.
The competition. 
The feeling of accomplishment.
The unconscious release of endorphins.
The resulting body and health.

Their energy is a live wire.
It demands release in the raw form of physical movement.
Suppress it and the wire takes over.
It finds an outlet of destructive nature.


*Update:  This was published in Dartmouth's "Stonefence Review" magazine in the Fall 2017 issue with the title "Re-imaging the Gender Spectrum".

Friday, July 14, 2017

Always the Villain : Always the Victim

[I cannot believe where we are now.]
[I cannot believe I am made the villain again.]
[I cannot believe you would do that to me.]

[I gave you my soul.]
[I gave you my time.]
[I gave you all I have to offer.]

[Never did I not listen.]
[Never did I give you a reason to doubt.]
[Never did I make you less than priority.]

[I am lost because of the position you put me in.]
[I am confused as what to do.]
[I am overflowing with emotion - words are not enough anymore.]

I am so sorry this happened to you.
I wish I could help you undo what went wrong.
I always got your back.

<I never thought I would be here>
<I don't know how I got here.>
<I woke up and realized this wasn't for me.>

<I thought I was happy.>
<I thought I had the world.>
<I lost my train of thought.>

<I guess I wasn't ready.>
<I guess I was too immature to handle it.>
<I guess it was time to move on.>

How dare you do this to my friend.
How dare you disgrace him with your excuses.

How dare you crawl to me to dig you out of your pit.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Racer

I never thought you would make first contact again.
I am curious to know what it says;
I am too nervous to look.
Immediately my heart is racing and I want to run.

All I want is to run.
I don't know what my destination would be.
I really want to run back to you.

I'm still in the belief we did the right thing.
But ties don't break as easily as words.

The mere fact you make me have to express amazes me.