I accepted his explanation to stay inside
He is a boy of course, he can be outside
Boys are strong and powerful
They have the luxury of inherited freedom
To be and see beyond the horizon
Without restrictions to their own being

I long to be a boy to go outside
Being inside was like being in a crowd
Girls are delicate and fragile things
Everyone around reinforced such things
Your hair is beautiful! That’s a pretty dress
A show-piece for my mother’s glory

Ringa ringa roses etc
then all fall down
so do all kids

then we have Niagara
Falls
and
when guys grow bigger
night falls
and
when we fall out of love
everything crashes
and
falls

Kings fall
Queens fall
indiscreet women fall
stray guys fall
lovers and cheaters fall

what is this life for
if all are subject to
only
FALLS

True strength is the mother of courage, the daughter of wisdom, and the sister of confidence.

F e m a l e is the core of procreation, an artist's delight, a fountain of love; to whom all living forms owe for their existence

like a child
who repeats the same
question over and over again

we forget
that love is listening

that it can take a lifetime
to get some answers

that there are processes in play

that the boat must
take its tallied time
to travel up and downstream

crops must take gnarly root
to grow, fruit to sun
before it sweetly ripens

even as adults
we are like children
and parents both
inside the same body

one repeating
the urgent requests

Welcome to your Cross Roads
Its up to you on how it unfolds

simple to taste, complex to face
yet i escape with out a trace
making my way through mountain trails
skins pale, breads stale, hit another rail,
will they even read my mail,
was it just a tall tale,
am i really west coast bound,
will my talents be noticed,
will i be overwhelmed by emotions,
is it real or truly fake,
possibly the biggest mistake was
not to chase the dream.

Because they can’t talk or speak
Because they cannot hear us
They are still dwelling afar
You ought to count yourself lucky
Because the all-time silence
Does not have angry mob there
If not, they will showcase their vengeance
For their long falling asleep
The all time dwelling of the silence
Never sees nor speak from his quite place
Nor react for the mantle left for the mature
They mature is never on fire to execute judgement
For his own reason best known to him

When Adam sought a companion, God gifted him a Female

J o y is whelming of the heart, rousing goosebumps, beaming in a smile; as buoyant as the first kiss blushing a maiden's cheeks...