A Real Man

 A real man has his happiness and his sadness

His joys and pains, he bears both smiles and tears

Somedays tears overcome the joys of his life

The face drops and sadness takes center stage

Pressing his mind, his chest, his muscles in a strange sort of way.

Then days, weeks, maybe months later.

The feeling subsides and happiness is born again

Through the pangs and presses of heaviness

A child is born, and it is a joyous child.

A real man has his pride and sense of creation

He toils, he sprains, he finishes his work

In the grand effort to create the world he dreams

Both splendor and pitfalls he wrestles with

A real man is mostly simple

He desires less for himself

And the most for those he loves

Forged out of fire, sun and the rains

Savannah heat and the cold tundras

He finds himself weather beaten and proved 

In Life, in Christ, he is both welcome and alive

In all the hours of his life lived

All the accounts and balances

Of love, pain, creation and that destroyed

A real man is learning and growing 

Expanding and relaxing upon life's ebb and flow

A real man contains oceans, mountains, and streams

Through all his elements, a real man holds himself

He is redeemed, for a real man has himself.

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Epoch

Be proud of who you are. Be proud of the strength of character it has taken to overcome the challenges. Noone gets here by themselves. Shouts to God and his many hands that have helped along the way. 

Its all been a part of a never ending story 

An element, an acronym, another allegory

We get lost, we grow faint, caught up in exploring

Dreaming many dreams, till they become a horror story

In the end the dreams in vain, but this end of dream is beautiful.

The tension and the density is destiny recruiting you.

You want to ask me what to do, who to see, what to read

But in reality I be thinking thoughts at lightning speed

Learn to honor self. The strength and all its pathways

Because we're in the last days, all of this will pass away

A momentary display, a pencil scratching surface

I pray I got the chance to change a life through loving service

I pray for many things, out of past and premonition. 

I pray for peace, for rain, for hope. A chance to make a difference 

Not all golden glistens, and many men wont listen

To the silent sounds as they sweep and bring an ending

To all this lame commotion, this house on sand thats falling

What it really asks us each. Is why with all the stalling?

Why with all the hatred? The torment and the pain 

This faceless war continues without regards for a name

I dont trust many. Really, any. Put a pause on nice.

And understand my reasons clash just like fire and ice 

I ruminate a nightmare just to recognize the dark

Cause I be slaying dragons with the fire from my heart

Your lagging, so im laughing, your trailing all the same

Mistaking benediction for an hour free of pain

The lion and the lamb, alas both are found tame

And magic sweeps the Earth rejuvanating every frame

Of every time and place, and every drop of rain

Of every man, woman and child, the essence does remain