Entry 9 - Dabbling in Poetry <Date Illegible>

Share. Whisper these things on the breeze, catch it to your ear to hear another. Breathe it into the four corners. And the earth holds it. Can you hear? I see different eyes turned to the painfully clear sun and water of the islands, the cool green mysteries of the rain forest, ships, clams, markets, a foundation built on wood and sweat and endurance. Disease, death, life, industry, chatter, dead fish and murky water. Brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair, bronzed. As little clothing as possible. Liquid glass swallowing oar — thick, few ripples.

Are men and women so different? Gender roles really a thing? Women: beautiful, delicate, gentle forms. Men: competent, courageous, responsible, protective. No wonder women were treated as property. Or are we just a product of poor thinking? Not women at all, but molds made from centuries of being treated differently? Inferiority, destruction of the feminine. Nixon, Napoleon, Alexander. Strategic failure in being masculine. Struggle, greed, perfectionism poisoning. Greed. Confident breath falling on deaf ears. Failure, its threat, its possibility governs my life. Responsibility, rules. “The most noble and beautiful thing is a warrior with no distractions. One could say it is the closest thing to God.” I am tired. I see as through water, changing shapes.