Musings and Ramblings and Philosophizings, Oh My!

Semi-stream of conscienceness, occasionally logical, always original, sometimes baking...

What Makes a Man?

What makes a man?

Is it his deep bass voice?

Is it his strong, powerful hands?

Is it his courage? his will? his face?

His cock?

What makes a man?

And as for that,

What makes a woman?

Is it her elegance or grace?

Is it her figure curved?

Is it her smile? her laugh? her choice?

Her breasts?

What makes a woman?

I’d say it’s both by half, a binary system.

Like a ton of bricks, it hits ‘em.

Not one like the other, but two to one.

So long as we’re breathing it’s all in good fun.

But say one is down, all sad with a frown.

Who’s left but the man on your right,

the woman beside you?

It’s not one or the other, there’s more than two.

We’re not all the same, so you’ll pay what’s due.

I Burn With Desire

You think of killing Desire,

Yet I believe you conspire

With that hated deceiver,

The one that draws out your ire.

You think yourself to be free,

It is the truth you cannot see.

I will not be so willed,

My mind taken and drilled.

Breathe life to thine own pastures,

Leave my crops to rot and burn.

Who am I to judge within?

Who are you to judge outside?

Turn back upon your Red Seas,

Level your forests and trees.

See that my Desire harms not

Your life nor the life you sought.

Be not envious nor cruel.

Live out your own tortured life,

Do not set mine to your rule.

Do not take me for the fool.

Do not think yourself alone,

Do not act as a mindless drone.

A slave to freedom is not free,

Nor should it be so shown.

I feel your will, please be still.

Know that I cannot be swayed.

We have built more walls than doors,

More blazing fires than reaching bridges.

You will remain reversed,

I will remain perversed.

This is not your calamity,

So still your will, calm your soul.

Should I burn for eternity,

You will not burn with me.