Brother

 

I know where you are
I have spent years there
Though in your milieu
Perhaps it’s particularly more
Peratorious

Hell would be better
At least the burns there
Aren’t eternal
Only the pain

So, let us be brothers
And commiserate
For men are oft not taught
Just beaten into their rolls

And in my particular tribe
We are told not to cry
Whilst we are inculcated
Control the softer sex
And leave them alone
And listen to them
Though we’ve had our ears boxed

Then we should build the world
Fight wars to protect what’s built
Yet try not to get angry
In this raping process
And all along keep dancing
Our aches unnoticed
Only our pirouettes
And taps

Under the lights

In the mean time
If we fall off the stage
From exhaustion
We’re let go
Our hearts in tow
Or what’s left

Cry
Let it out
And get back to work

© Copyright 2012 Carl Atteniese Jr., All Rights Reserved. Peace, Love, Joy, & Imagination to you.

Posing in Motion

Who is that man
Always taking pictures
Is he part camera
With a defective eye

He sees me everywhere
But never asks my name
I would stop him
But I’m too shy

Who is that man
Always taking pictures
Is he part camera
With a defective eye

He sees me everywhere
But never asks my name
I would stop him
But I’m too shy

Mando

Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.