"WisDom begins in wonder" -Socrates
Lamentations of a Dead Man
by Sam Carter
I am nothing.
Never will I touch your skin,
Be dazzled by your smile,
See that glimmer in your eye,
Or taste your lips.
For I am dead.
Some time has passed.
You used to know my hopes and my fears,
My dreams and my nightmares,
My virtues and my vices,
But now you have moved on.
For I am dead.
I seemed too easy.
You think that one side of me is every side of me,
All of my loves and hates,
All of my aspirations,
All of me,
To you, I am dead.
I have been labeled.
Cynic or Romantic,
Too nice or too brash,
Not cool or too crazy,
Call me what you want,
But you are wrong.
I am alive.
You see me every day,
Walking by and making jokes,
Smiling and sharing joy,
And there is still hope.
But I have been labeled.
I am more than what you think.
It may be easy,
To place the square peg in the round hole.
But refrain from labeling people.
For when you do,
They are dead.
What Makes A Man
By Elizabeth West
There are very few men in the world
Those with decency and respect on their lips
Consideration and love they frequently let slip
Preserving their dignity and feelings under-lied
Not afraid of love, or afraid to cry.
There are very few men
with a voice of soft and rolling thunder
with a smile on their face and a kiss for their mother
Always defending their honor and rights
Rarely having to get into a fight
But culture today
says that men should fight
that they are defined by their brawn and their height
A woman is property, something to own
and athletic skills they are told to hone
With an ego inflated like a hot air balloon
They are led to believe that society will swoon.
But true men can get through and ignore the noise
Because men without respect are nothing but boys.