the reality of who we are
wrapped in layers of facades
nurtured by culture and family
binds us stoically in place
the lens to our essence
is worn only by the carefully in tune
and compassionate observers
they see us prominently in the opaque
yet fear continues to holds us in check
until the threshold of mediocrity is breached
as exasperation begins to break the hold
of the form of tortuous conformity our bodies inhabit
we set ourselves free, finally…
i may look cool
uninviting
icy, even cruel
there are steps to get to me
too many times
efforts of engagement
ended calamitously
for me and them
fear has changed me
my warmth is protected
in the depths of me
you’ll find that i’m real and engaging
going deep within
we will see ourselves clearly
monsters and angels
If you’ve not seen the movie above, I highly recommend it. I will tell you it’s disturbing but hits on so many points of humanity. Well-worth watching.
there’s nothing special
in my uniqueness
just a human doing life
born, living, crashing, burning
resurrecting when it’s been enough
i want to love continuously
while needing to be loved
when the harshness needs eased
the years a cycle of up and down
hopefully with you by my side
in the frame you picture me
i’m not notable
not a hero or filled with wisdom
just owning enough guts for the years
lived by me
uniqueness and individuality
seeking diversity of all levels
creates a richness of experience
inherent within our race
millions of differences
sets us apart from uniformity or sameness
society and cultures breed monotony
intent on stifling variation
don’t settle for the mundane or the dull
anticipating honesty
searching for it in your eyes
show me the good
the ugly
the meh
looking for your soul
needing to know your essence
in your lit up expressions
and the tears you may shed
or in the bored yawn which escapes
leaning into what you offer
questioning
will you match up to my humanity
or disappoint my sensibilities
are you my friend or foe
Whoa, I’m off-kilter in a world that claims what’s right.
My lady, please don’t go.
I offer you protection and love,
being rooted in stability.
Let me envelop you in my wings
and ground you to me.
I can’t, Sir.
Another life demands my attention.Â
Being sheltered isn’t what I need
nor want.
Freedom beckons me, so I must go.
I’m not yours! I am mine.
I dive deep to know who I am.
It’s a loyal act of self-discovery and acceptance.
It’s never a bad thing.
I embrace who I am, sexually or otherwise.
I have a good opinion of myself!
I’m ok with me.
Being wanton is the opposite of humility,
just another word for immodesty.
Seems it truly is a good description of me.
