Hello Again,
My second poem of the day. Dedicated to a good man and friend.
Let me know what you think?!
Man Cave
When they look in your studio what do they see?
A man cave, a haven, a male sanctuary?
Beyond the words, the pranks and that green
Dwells his complexity that few will have seen
Of mammoth intellect, learned out of pain
In passion within him held by tight reigns
A man grown of life lessons, hurts and joy
Rooted foundations… from a once wild boy
Deep in his man cave where no one can spy
That cave like a shell he shoulders so high
He screams, he laughs, he shouts and he plays
Here he is safe with the leeches a bay
Caverns like this aren't structures man made
They’re held buried with us to contain all the rage
So deep in his man cave his dulcet tones ring
This man of men and the guidance he brings
May 11, 2015
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