Friday, June 6, 2014

Headline Poem 6/6/14 -- Son, that's a lie

Today's poem is inspired by this story about a life lesson passed down from fathers to sons. 

Son, that's a lie

There are some from the
promised land who will tell a man
Not to dream while awake,

to be a snake 
who coils 
and breaks 
those who hesitate. 

They
lie to you. 

They say you're supposed to be dangerous, and that you should ignore your broken wings, and continue to fly. 
They say to close your eyes 
to make room
for anger and revenge 
and tough ass things. 

Son, that's a lie. 

Men cry. They must 
weep tears of truth which
Drip of wholeness and honesty
And integrity and continuity. 
Men do not deny their own eyes. 
And while their sons watch, they embrace
The salt that is released. 

Our tears feed the earth, mixing with the dirt. We need them. We must feed them. 

Son,
Forgiveness looks good on you;
it makes your skin softer. It makes your mind clearer. It makes your red lights turn blue. 

I adore this side of you. 
Don't be a fool who 
let's the rake hit you in the face 
with deception and masked masculinity like a slime's revenge. 
Green men who banish tears are not free. Women who condone those tears 
live in fear of 
Being weak. 

Son, 
Climb to the mountain top with eyes that shine and lungs that knot 
And cry -- 
There is NOTHING more beautiful 
than a heart sculpted
like a canyon by water and ice
Unafraid of the flight,
Surrounded by kindness and sensitive matter!

Even
Eagles will crave your presence. Hummingbirds will crave your light. 
And if you stand next to a man who ignores you in the night, and chooses to fight -- 
take the flight
To a place of solitude 
and fresh brewed mistakes and lay
On leaves and grass and think. 

Go where people welcome you. 
Go where you'll feel awake. 

And then, son, once you've had a taste... 
Share this lesson with delicate haste.