He was crying today.
Can you believe it!
He is a man, he should not cry!
A man. Crying!
I mean,
what could have caused this?
What on earth, I ask, could have caused this?
Why such out of place, taboo
stupid, frigging
welling, gushing, falling
nonsensical tears?
He looks like my sister, for crying out loud!
Tears!
Rolling down his chiseled cheeks
and unshaven, weather-beaten face!
Ridiculous!
I’m glad he doesn’t wear mascara!
Shish!
Let me apply my great intellect to solve this problem...
Hmmm... there it is. The cause of his tears. Yes. Simple-
Love.
SOLUTION: Simple- No love.
Love- to keep, to cherish,
to discard, to incinerate.
Decisions, decisions...
A Solution:
Close the heart.
A hardened heart of stone
would result in dry eyes.
Now is it even possible
to close the heart
now that it has become unlocked
and flung opened like a Pandora’s box
with one's emotions scattered everywhere?
I don’t think they could be stuffed back in
even if one tried...
So, no, flawed solution...
Another Solution:
Crawl back into the isolated,
unfeeling shelter one came from,
a world of dry humor and intellect.
Does one even desire this?
Just because love has been yanked out from under one's feet
like an emotional carpet,
hurling shards of an inexperienced heart
in every direction
while shredding the mind?
No. Isolation is bad.
Another Solution:
Reaching for the fragrant rose
of simple love and caring
one still must give caution to the thorns-
overly temperamental thorns,
thorns of misunderstanding,
jealousy, hate,
thorns of prior abuse.
Shall one continue to reach
if blood is being drawn?
Shall one get angry at the thorns?
Is the solution
to hack the entire bush
into an unrecognizable pile of kindling,
roses and all?
No. Too recklessly destructive.
Another Solution:
Love as the arrow, as the knife.
Plunged into the heart,
then twisted, turned, and withdrawn.
I’ve seen this written so many times.
Now I feel it.
Plunged.
Withdrawn.
Solution?
Ban the arrow!
Ban the knife!
No. That didn't work with guns...
LOVE ON TRIAL:
Love, you are accused of causing tears.
How do you plead?
"Guilty as Charged!"
Sentence: Death!
“Death to love!” “No more tears!”
I hear the crowds chanting outside the courtroom...
Today we pass with cold, stony hearts.
Tomorrow there will be no tears.
No love.
No tears.
No warmth,
except for that love
which has been cast into the pits of hell
for the devil to play with as he will.
No love
Nor tears
that reveal silly pains
and obvious weaknesses.
No tears
No love.
No love
No tears.
Simple solution.
Now we walk away.
So long, love.
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Written November 2nd, 2005
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A man not afraid to cry..Writers are sensitive otherwise we would not write.You have created some strong stanzas.~Waverly
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Ahhh love and its unending problems.... sighs
You really beared quite a bit here as your analogies were extremely accurate. However, I don't think there is a box big enough to restuff all the love, affection and friendship you have to offer.(Okay, I know there isn't one
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I must also say this was truly phenomenal all around... wow...
I am glad though, that you didn't opt for any of the previously stated solutions...
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WOW... this is awesome!!! You did a great job on this AP dad!!! I really like it!!! Keep up the good work!!!
Hugs,
Beth -
It is often a difficult undertaking to reveal these hidden parts of yourself; you've managed it quite nicely, indeed, Wayne...& who the Hell decided men couldn't cry??? 
That's why you guys get ulcers & drop from heartattacks...all that manly repression goin' on...This is a lovely penning, filled with a sense of wonder for the world around you, as well as the world within you...A worthy effort, indeed...Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with all of us here, my Friend...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
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It was simply what came to me as I allowed your words to drown my heart and soul. I could resist placing them here to share with you my dear
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beautiful reply, Bel... you've captured the poetry that my piece is yet missing... so I take my tools of tinkering and work long into the night on the fine mechanisms of love and caring...
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Slings and arrows, slings and arrows! Yes, the din of battle ever roars on the fields of love and caring! When the shield is splintered and death is upon you, rise to the challenge and laugh in the face of doom! lol oye!
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To have felt love so deep as this would be grand.
But thus with this love came pain and sorrow.
To thee I say this, my love....
Take me as your rose
For I hold no thorns
Let me be the arrow
That pierces your heart
Let it inject you
With a love so pure
Tears you will cry once again
Tears of joy, my love
I give it all to you
Blessings
Bel -
Suffering slings and arrows are we? Such romantic depth should not go unrewarded.To of felt this deeply it must of been felt deeply.And I believe it was.Nicee write Poet.Wonderful descriptives in this.~~~Suseann
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Sounds like a good beginning to a poem, Angela!
lol
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Death to love Yes Yes Yes! I wish I could kill love!
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(that's a smiley with it's jaw hitting the floor! lol) Well, Sis, who cannot take such sage advice?
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My soulution, pick the thorns off one by one until you get to the soft slenderest part of the stem, the sensitive smooth silky part, then caress it gently until the scars are gone, or at least healed. You're a beautiful person, my big brother.
Love to you.
~Lyrical (your new loving sis)
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