Men Cry From the Soul…

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In the moonless darkness of the soul, the men cry,

without a clue or an inkling why.

Voiceless are they, in the darkness of night,

longing for slumber, that is nowhere in sight.

What to do? This is not how men behave,

grappling and reaching for the rest that they crave.

Quickly swept away by their own waterfalls,

self-made currents that stifle their calls.

Hollow are the souls that harbor these men,

tear-stained trails mark where they have been.

If the moon does appear, will it shed some light?

For a vision renewed, restoration of sight.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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It’s a Good Thing….

It’s a good thing when two people really care,

about each others feelings and the life that they share.

It’s a good thing when two people can be honest and true,

while looking forward to all the things they can do.

Together as one, a dynamic team indeed,

while devouring the energy on which they feed.

Together they know there’s nothing they can’t do,

the uniqueness of their bond is rare and few.

It’s a good thing when ‘trust’ reigns supreme,

to provide a strong platform to support this team.

It’s a good thing when two people are on the same page,

similar opinions on life; no matter their age.

It’s a good thing when men can truly come clean,

and do what they say and say what they mean.

It’s easy to say what a woman wants to hear,

the halfhearted attempts to conceal the fear.

The fear of revealing the true person they are,

afraid of being judged; not being up to par.

It’s a good thing to realize the truth lies within,

it will set them free to be a man among men.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall