In the crowded glass market

I become the bull

Before the bull

I the man

Before the man

I the child

The child accidentally destructive

Treads on the unknowing in the glass of doubt

Doubting the man

Who himself is encased in that same doubt

The man wondering how to be the man himself

The adult that gets pushed from his teen years

To the years of a young adult

Currently the currency of work inspires to aspire

But the dilemma of a wage so minimum

The quiet noises he makes to not wake the lion

To venture past the lions

From the glass that he did not break

To that walk ahead

But that walk

Can get lonely

People seemingly there

But the morphed man eyes not tuned to reality

Doubtingly

What can it do for a man

The man

Whose trying to become a man

Just to walk through the consuming circle

Waiting for the red

Before the strife

Take his life

Run past the lions screaming

And in the glass market
I become the bull

Blue clouds and soft notes and fingers down my spine,
The wood grain looks like thick rain and your taste is fine (so fine.)
Let the wind blow wherever I go, I’ll lead you where it’s safe.
On the long grass, off the stone path, we will wander until it’s late.
You will hold me up, by the bull’s horns, by the headstrong heat in me,
I will push back, until you realize I am trying to make you make me bleed.
Ghosts will skip out from the closet, try to play with you and me.
Skeletons will rise out their graves, try to trick you so you leave.
I am so afraid of you but if you leave, I will cry (cry, cry, cry.)
But if you walk out, I will lose it, I’ll join those skeletons and die.
Hold my gold ring, while I go sing, kiss the doctor under your nose.
Don’t get mad, dear, this is poetry, you’ll know we’re real when it’s prose.
I saw an alien in my bed once, he whispered the secret of life.
He told me life is but a chess game and love is but a knife.

Swords make the men yield
On a desolate field
With no vision but the night
Careful not to crawl upon those individual frights

Those that say,
To save it for a better day
Underestimate the courage
You bring with just one motive

Standing upon the crowd
Chanting ever so loud
In the name of noble men
Who thrive for the ambition again

Darting with arms full,
"They won't escape the bull!"
It aviated across grassy paths
To show all those who turn the roaring wrath

But such of a warrior you stood,
Did what no man could
And flushed the darkness into its ditch
Only showing the light of it

Of all the strength and love that posses your heart
This war was not seen from the start
Though, you gathered the men
Gracefully,
Lending your hand to the fallen friend

Wars come and go,
But this is what you shall always know:

You are the fire
Igniting a homes ablaze even higher

You are the air
Having your essence everywhere

You are the water
Flowing freely through all slaughter

You are the Earth
The honor which gives our lives all of its worth

Though elemental creations do not suffice,
The mastery of the beautiful bull within you,
From morning
To night.

Matador, **** the beast
that run amok inside your psyche;
the urge to throw in the towel
then becomes natural.