Man is Thy Enemy

What makes a man a monster.
What causes him to hate,
While another man suffers his murderous ways.

No man is better than the next,
and yet our lives are lived  precisely in that context.
To be a man, we must beat another at a game.
Run faster, jump higher, outwit, outsmart, outlast,
and in the end,
the biggest game is to out shoot, out kill.

There is within our souls,
a dirty little secret,
it is to crush the hearts of men.
Like too much wine it intoxicates us,
it feeds our ambitions.

Childhood friends were our training dummies,
Lovely ladies our emotional bullets.
The guns held high,
backfired at times.

The monster of a man,
is not the blame of one man
It is the monsters of all mankind,
culminating forgetting,
to out love and forgive what,
all men are guilty of.
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As an infant locked away in my basement I would turn an old 77 record on an RCA hand cranked turntable. My favorite song was Moonlight Sonata, but to fall asleep on the concrete floor I would crank up the machine, tuck my crazy brother under an itchy wool blanket and play Nocturne by Chopin.
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Reviews

[Tasha]

Painful truth.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Searching 4 Serenity]

The title says it all. The ending
As an infant locked away in my basement I would turn an old 77 record on an RCA hand cranked turntable. My favorite song was Moonlight Sonata, but to fall asleep on the concrete floor I would crank up the machine, tuck my crazy brother under an itchy wool blanket and play Nocturne by Chopin. makes this too much to comprehend for many.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You have penned the awful truth ...............excellent once again!

[Murisaka]

So true, so harsh, so sureal (?) almost in a way. the emotion behind this, hate and forget, lie and forge the truth, let it be beaten and battered by so many people everyday. the human race, really is a race, to see whos the fastest, the strongest and the smartest, it leads us all to the grave at a pace none of us can ever concieve to control.
the line "Lovely ladies our emotional bullets." favorite line there because its true on so many levels.

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

The truth. the pure truth of how mena nd some women actually are. This is a hard hitting emotional poem.
I really really like it!
Very very good!

[Helpless]

There is within our souls,
a dirty little secret,
it is to crush the hearts of men.
Like too much wine it intoxicates us,
it feeds our ambitions.


truly words of wisdom