Is it hidden?
This body language
which rides up
the hem of skirts and trousers
Is it a smile that stokes the fire
like a poker
is it the emotion of being a joker
a fear of being alone in the dark
no spark to light your way
Is it truth?
or is it fiction?
is it an addiction?
or is it in the scent
of pheromones or the way you gently moan
when you are touched that way?
like alley cats
we spit, bite and snarl
but all the while
we need the language of love
and it speaks through everything we say
but in mystery is still shrouded to this day.
When did our yearning to protect and serve
and keep people safe?
turn into rage and wanting danger?
We are no stranger to tragedy
avidly wrestling with our desire for violence
was it taught by society and our father, are they keeping silent?
Soldiers growing colder each day
to the god of man we pray
to teach us a better way.
Anger our, “man up” emotion
lost in its devotion
we need different role models action man won’t cut it.
As we destroy ourselves fighting and wrestling with the anger inside
as we collide with the alternate worlds we hide
inside the potential we have
and are told to bite at ourselves
as “man up” is the only thing we hear
we disappear from the innocence
we held dear
the blood stained tear
gives way more often to anger and fear.