Of Men; Not Children

Us guys take a f****n' beating now a days. We're treated as being a gang of sub intelligent, miscreants who need women to neuter us & solve problems for us. However, look at the mess the world is in

Of Men; Not Children

There is a point in every man's life, maybe 10 years in-

Through the cacophony of a tribe, our man is beaten into submission.

"Settle down; resign yourself to your fate" they'll say, "After all you have a good job!"

The bleating being constant will drive our man to accept the thing, growing to treat life with a mild

indifference...at least for a while.

Benchmarks being what they are however brings to bare a point of choice.

Some seem fitted to form as though they never had piss nor vinegar running through their veins.

These are the place holders, they exist as neatly packed bags of DNA being portered unto the next

generation.

Then comes the green broke man. Held at bay by only the most tenuous of attachments until the saddle

of age and a good name slow him down and break him. Often prone to one last grand stand of

rebellion; this man, not sensing he's already been broken, will sacrifice his integrity rather than bruise

his public face.

These are the death throes of a life ill lived.

Then, there, at that moment under the florescent lit eves of a gas station off a freeway somewhere near

Barstow my attention was seized - first by the smell of burning 18 wheeler tire tread against asphalt and

cement. A faint flame which I had kept well protected and hidden engulfed me as the staccato of brake

retarders against the dim of traffic sounded - LOUD, awakening some primordial instinct in me.

The packs howl of the open road.

There was no existential crisis met with the mockery and the secret jealousies of others.

There was only one last insurrection, to rebel against the terror of my own heart, my first step into the

wilderness of a life not charted and then another step... and another...    

Author's Note

Please forgive sentence structure and grammar. I tend to jam these out raw so I can capture them in their purest form.

Ill take all criticism though.

Reviews

[MM.P]

I really enjoyed this. I thought you made some great points using metaphors and imagery. "These are the death throes of a life ill lived." really got me. I thought that line was very powerful and i like that you separated it from the previous stance. Thanks for writing!