Manhood and the dismissive woman

Is it possible to tell a woman that sometimes she doesn’t have to find a solution nor she needs to mother, she just need to listen and allow the man just to express himself, his doubts, his weakness, his tiredness etc! Or men don’t have the right to do that?!

Women cheat out of anger, because they are scared, need attention or just can’t bear taking the decision to leave. Most men cheat out of their desperate search for a woman who listens, empathises and encourages the man to relieve his emotions rather than the empty words of stereotypical encouraging phrases like “you will be ok”, “be strong”, etc.

Manhood is not about being beastly hairy and smelly, and strong even if that what appeals to the animalistic female sexual instinct! Manhood is about …

Well perhaps we are so damaged by cultural stereotypes heritage and modern expectations, it is not easy even for a man to define what is manhood.

C’est la vie, ma chérie. C’est la vie, and what a life!

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Choices

So she calls after years of silence
She wants to meet
Would I dare to tell her
A street party awaits me
Or I was waiting for her
All those years past
I agree calmly with
A cold yes.

She calls me after years of avoidance
She wants to give us
A chance
A trial to see if love blossoms
A Father’s Day come and go passes by
Without my daughter
I keep calm with
A warm tear glossing my eye.

Choices we make
Choices we avoid
Choices with no choice
So she calls after years and I don’t hang up!
Why?!

June 24, 2017

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Heart thief

She returns the pen
She keeps the note
She wrote on a tissue paper
She leaves
She leaves her hand bag behind
With the note sinking between
Her makeup and
Her phone
Her phone that
Doesn’t stop beeping
Her messages come
On WhatsApp, Viber, and Telegram
And sometimes kik or with photos
On Instgram and Snapchat
How many times he snapped!

He sits quietly
He sips his coffee
He notices the pen near his arm
He holds back a wet drop in his eye
He has a pride but
He wonders what she wrote
In her note
In her bag sinking
Between her makeup and
Her phone that
Doesn’t stop beeping
He wonders if
She wrote the end.

She wonders if
He thought about the beginning.

She returns but
He has gone
She has the bag
She has the note but
Her phone is silenced!

There is something that remains missing
Is it a heartbeat or a thought incomplete?

She stares at his coffee
Then leaves
The thief has escaped!

June 16, 2017

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Birthday

I forgot her birthday
And this time I was warned
She closed the book
And our story terminated
Then and there.

I always remember her birthday
But she doesn’t care
She said it is over
Because I care
I cared too much.

Is a birthday the difference
Between being in love
Or just tagging along?

June 15, 2017

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Not so sweet

While having my daily walk I passed by a huge sign from one of the leading chain supermarkets. The sign featured a child drinking what the writing indicates a soft drink of the supermarket own label. Nothing is of a surprise there or interest except the low sugar content. Immediately sprung to my mind the question of the artificial sweeteners content that seems to replace sugar in these drinks and the false impression of a more healthy alternative. How could an artificial product be more healthy? Do we need artificial sweeteners when the world is full of natural sources of healthy sugar like fruits and honey? C’est la vie gone mad!

June 14, 2017

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Beans and shadows

I wait for my coffee
I set by a round table
It stands on three twisted legs
And I count the beans
In my last pay cheque
It is going to be a long while
Before the next comes along
I better take care of my little beans
They refuse to grow.

Three men walk through the door
Three masked men faceless
And mean
They ask the shopkeeper
To remain … silently where is
To keep the cashier closed
They are not after the establishment money
They say
They support local businesses
They say
But they are after the outsiders
They say
They want outsiders’ money, clothes
And their soul.

The shopkeeper was not from the area
The keepers didn’t understand the dialect
And didn’t care much for the look
They answered with shots
And chaos supervened
Too many shadows stepped out of the shadow
And folks ran
I ran too.

In a cold apartment alone
I wonder how lonely my beans are
My beans I lost in the chaos
Of keepers, masked figures and shadows
I cry
From the pain of hunger
But what am I hungry for?

June 14, 2017

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A thought not arrived

A wolf howling at the door
A mouse leaning against the table legs
A body lying on the floor
And
A thousand faces hovering on the ceiling
In anticipation

Paint
All paint
A background for a thought

She steps in the room
Her perfume fills his lunges
My lunges
They burn
The hey fever is strong this year
He says
Or
I say?

My mind doesn’t have the thought
Not yet
But he and I
Will keep exchanging our fortunes
Whose body is it?
The one on the floor?

Questions are not answered in after life
They just cease to exist.

Her laughter interrupts
My line of questioning
The interrogation stops
She seizes the moment
The thought tries to connect
To communicate
With the fibre of my brain.

What is left?

A wolf howling at the door
A mouse collecting our breadcrumbs
An empty floor remains
We leave!

June 13, 2017

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