This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Boys will be

Written in

by

Something is fundamentally broken here.

Womantoman
Mentowoman.

You cannot take from her what she does not give.
freely. Without reservation.

To take without giving.
Is abomination.

You curse yourself.
You will carry that curse always.
It will salt every wound.
Every bit of ground where you try to grow.

Woe to the abusers.

The courts are things of man.
Justice is not found amoung their walls and black robes,

The circle is the justice of woman.
We will whisper truth to each other.
And then we will talk.
And sing our outrage and our grief.

These are our sons no longer.

Tags

Leave a Reply