Friends with menefits

Sometimes having a man in your life brings menefits 

sometimes it’s no good at all

It all depends on the man

can you find a men that fits

or does he have to be over 6 foot tall?

Does he have a huge credit card allowance 

or a great credit score?

does he have to be athletic have geek chic or have to have it all?

When is a man good enough?

does he have to be strong and tough?

does he have to have wisdom?

or his own kingdom?

what does it take to be a man at all?

does he have to be part beast

that you can tame?

have a great reputation and great name 

a exciting persona?

or degree or diploma?

or a nice aroma?

A sense of humour?

or be a grade A gardener who is bloomer

Of plants and flowers?

or a sporty athlete? 

or muscle man?

my nickname is stan 

I don’t understand 

What makes a good man I think is how you treat other people but maybe that just a good human being 

There are many archetypes of being a man 

I just am.

but I don’t fit the archetypal men who fits.

Real Men

Real men

Real men know about issues

real men are not afraid to wipe tears with tissues

real men support their partners

real men are in touch with their emotions and mental health

real men strive to succeed

real men live to love and love to live

and they forgive

they have ambitions

and plan with precision

it is their mission

to protect, and nurture their family and friends

real men treat people with respect and know the message it sends.

We are Boys

man up?
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.