Letters to Dandelion by Xve

but feelings
    in medical terms are an equation to an apparition.
     
    I previously mentioned, the Hole in my Pocket
    before I even had jeans.
    What an invention, as it has
allowed me to lose a lot of
baggage, and only hold on
to what I need.
     
    So, I live by the basics, and
what can fill my cupped hands.
    I like it planned.
    Though some laugh, and joke
    and don’t agree, the last laugh
    is eventually with me.
     
    Now things are streamlined,
    and I’m doing well.
    My toughest decision is:
    what to have for dinner,
    or what to wear on any
    given someday.
     
    I’ve danced my way, out of Hell.
     
    And I answer to no one.
     
    So why fuck that up?
     
    Anymore, I won’t fire my
    love and desire, until I
    can completely agree –
     
    That I am as close as a
    dangling eyelash, glued
    to:
     
    The whites of her eyes.

Big Fat Lie
     
    A tall, beautiful Woman, told me,
    that the way a man thinks to screw
    me, is to demean me, and be mean
    to me - - to obtain me.
     
    And I told her, that that was a Big Fat Lie .
    From the pit of Hell.
From the mouth of the Devil himself.
    But, why do so many Women believe,
    the childish actions and silly prattle of
    little boys at play?
     
    I do apologize is my standing, and I
    know, in some cases, it would seem
    boring for a Man to always be pining
    for a beautiful Woman to be his own.
     
    See, I have written pounds of words on
    this subject, and here’s another attempt
    to eventually get it right.
     
    Women are the flowers of the Earth.
    The living art that inspires art.
    The motivation behind, many, if not
    everything.
     
    Man, is a by product of the World.
    His arms are forged of wood,
his mind a vortex of ocean current, and
    fire, with a desire to match, -- yet,
yielding moments of soft falling snow,
for someone he loves.
     
    Men are a mix of what is necessary to
    run, walk, pause, stop, sprint, and leap,
    fight, retreat, and come back against
    to brave the rigors of the world that
    birthed him.
     
    The world breeds warriors, and nothing else.
    Women are the piece of him, which is missing.
    And that he misses.
    And no matter where he is, as she appears,
    he’ll stop everything to obtain her.
    Women are the beauty, he’ll  - NEVER BE.
    The softness he can not make in a lab,
    or the shape he can not hammer out in steal.
     
    She is the thoughts he can not conjure,
    or the desire he can’t control.
     
    She is the reason he will march to his death,
    he will dive deep in debt,
    he will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix,
    he will cry for in the night like a baby,
    he will conquer, kill and scheme and plan,
    until he can be assured, that he is her man.
     
    So, Women, please, don’t believe the big fat lie.
    Any boy, who treats you bad, there is a little monkey
    small and sad, inside his pants, trying and dying to be
 your Gorilla.
     
    Again, I feel I am falling short on this subject.
     
    So, as long as I live, and as long as there is
    a beautiful Woman who might lend her ear?
    then let her hear –
     
    No matter what has happened,
    no matter who has hurt you?
    no matter what you have lost,
    no matter what has been said to you,
    no matter what has been physically done to you,
    no matter what you have lost,
    no matter what you have done,
    no matter what you will do,
    no matter what pain you’ve endured,
    no matter how bad you feel,
     
    YOU are a Woman. 
    YOU are the portal to another soul and
    no Man can do that.
     
    You are a Mother, your children feed off of your
    essence and they will become a version of you.
     
    You are the original beauty, as everything in this
world was created by some Man, who was in love,
    and wanted to provide a better life for his Woman.
     
    You are all the things we want, and can’t create.
    And, there is still some one walking on the face
    of the planet, who will crush his own guts to be
    with you.
     
    You are everything this writer wants and sometimes
    can’t have.
     
    And if you ever think that no one loves you,
or
    no one wants