Lighting a darkness that darkens what’s not lit.

who cuts who first,
does dark pierce light
or is it that light
penetrates dark?
i can only assume
it depends upon the situation.
basely basking in the brilliance,
darkness marks prominence.
where as wallowing within the darkness,
such luster lividly lacerates.
contemplation reveals a subjective relativity.
i think both fairly deluge sensation
unable of compromise, regardless
of particular situation.
i must accept both dark and light
as being opposing perfunctory equivalents.
speaking contradiction, each lend
to one anothers being.

Learning to discriminate

what i used to know
compared to what i presently
know differs immensely.
how does one’s conception
of another depend upon their
notion of a deity,
or what side,
left or right,
they support,
or what their
sexual orientation is,
or what race they
belong to?
how come now,
all these pervasive
filters seem to
garner such sway
upon ones disposition?
pleasure of time passed
becomes victim of
discriminatory reexamination.

No alpha, nor feminist

masculinity,
what does that
mean to me?
embarrassment.
being a male actually
makes me afraid
and doubtful.
portrayal of “alpha male”
tendencies, coupled with
the fear that males
are inherently dangerous
to a woman’s safety
makes me reluctant
to consort with women.
why?
i’ve heard stories,
from female classmates,
who have been harassed
by perverse males
while traveling by bus.
apparently they are
unaware of unwarranted
discomfort.
i’ve never considered anyone below me,
in fact, quite the opposite.
but with this new found insight,
i’ve taken a further step back
when dealing with women,
knowing that any good
intentioned act i attempt,
could be misconstrued
as a negative.
thus, i must guard myself
from misconception
because those before me
perpetuate an ideal
that holds no value.