my tribute to women (whoa! man)

i would like to personally give my respect to the women in my world, and indeed the ones reading this letter. it is my firm belief that women truly are a masterpiece. to put it clearer, my attitude towards women is best understood if you were to imagine God as monet, and women as his paintings of flowers. men are are a more abrupt, dominant gender. we hold little mystery, and the things that captivate our attention are few, and basic. we like cars, sex, violence, and well, sex. women, on the other hand are like the ocean. even on a calm, serene day, the many currents and activities happening beneath that surface could be dangerous, they could sweep a simple creature like the man under forever. and it is that precise mystery that amazes me. women are liquid. men are static. women always move, always change, while men refuse to leave the couch except in a beer emergency. with the exception of adam, no man on this earth would exist except for a woman. women drive our world. when we think of erot ca, we imagine women. when we think of a nurse, we see women. when we think of teachers, we picture women. women, while they may not dominate the work force or get the credit they deserve, are in possession of the most noble professions. they are our mothers, our treasured sisters, and our lovers. and i am proud to say, that i would not change my experiences with women one bit. even the women that have broken my heart (and that i love to hate) have taught me about myself, and how to move through my days with grace and sincerity.

"solitude"

ella wheeler wilcox

laugh, and the world laughs with you;
weep, and you weep alone.
for the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
but has trouble enough of it's own.
sing, and the hills will answer;
sigh, and it is lost on the air.
the echoes bound to a joyful sound,
but shrink from voicing care.

rejoice, and men will seek you;
grieve, and they turn and go.
they want full measure of all your pleasure,
but they do not need your woe.
be glad, and your friends are many;
be sad, and you lose them all.
there are none to decline your nectared wine,
but alone you must drink life's gall.

feast, and your halls are crowded;
fast and the world goes by.
succeed and give, and it helps you live,
but no man can help you die.
there is room in the halls of pleasure
for a long and lordly train,
but one by one we must all file on
through the narrow ailes of pain.

"i know you"

jann arden

i know that you're sorry
i know you've been drunk all week
i know that you did not mean
to spit out those profanities
i know you're a loser
i know you've had bad skin all your life
i also know you will never find a wife
someone who could love someone so hard
and you are
and you are
i don't think you're ugly
i just think the world has made you wierd
i doubt very much you even hear
anything i say to you
what's that on your shoulder?
don't you know it's pulling you apart?
every vein connected to your heart
nobody could love someone so hard
i know you well enough to say
you need to start again
i hope you never underestimate
yourself my friend
my friend i think that you need me
even though you tell yourself you don't
i will love you even though you won't
i will be your confidant
won't you let me hold you?
won't you let me kiss you on the mouth?
oh i know you'll tell me to get out
it doesn't matter anyway
i know you well enough to say
you need to start again
i hope you never underestimate yourself
my friend
my friend
i know you so well
i know you so well
i know you so well