You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A young female child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive
to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disarmoured sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A male child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
An enlightened sky darkens
As strong winds begin to blow
A storm is on it's way
Full of wrath and destruction
An inevitable natural storm
The storm is tearing all in it's path
Frightened mortals pray for day
As powerful GODS unsympathetically laugh!!!
The storm of the century
As it bring's down GODS wrath
As are fears start to rise
We close are eye's and try to wait it out
Oh,
This perfect dark storm.
I’m falling on to the damp earth
Parted from your branches
One by one.
It was one by one
That I became a part of you
And now you shed me unsympathetically.
It’s in your nature
I know.
But I’m lifeless,
Without your tender bows,
Holding on to me dearly.
And as I fall,
One by one,
You watch me grow paler,
And more brittle.
But you stand strong.
And empty.
And though I made you beautiful,
And gave you the hues of the sun.
You shed me still.
I do not know if I shall be born again
Or another shall take my place.
Only Spring will tell.
As inhuman as a man's heart seems...
hidden inside is a tender side:
a beautiful side seldom seen by others;
and that fear of being sensitive
is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride,
but manly qualities are judged by his deeds...
A woman's perception of the common man is that
he is lives in an unintentional masquerede,
to hide the sweetness he won't manifest;
and this unconformity won't let his beauty
be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity...
will he break the myth and be appreciated?
I have struggled with it indefinitely
and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically,
why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable,
and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible;
have we realized that disharmony,
indignation and frustration are not truly noble?
As inhuman as a man's heart seems,
many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause...
putting vanity before human compassion:
without guilt, regard and trepidation;
have we become so stubbornly persistent...
to lose all self-direction and prospective?
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