First stanza of a song that came to mind, but nothing more with it

Listen boy, you must understand
That you are not a man
And prob'ly never will be
Unless you learn to see
What truly makes a man

Mother, Mother

Mother, Mother
Bring me home
Is it not time?
Is
It
Not
Time?
I am so weary
I so want to sleep
And dream no more
Please release me
From all this confusion
I just want to rest
In your warm embrace
Mother, Mother
Please bring me home.

For all my young friends who struggle

If you can survive
Your youth
Without sacrificing
Your ideals
You can find
Contentment
Perhaps even a measure of
Happiness
So persevere
My children
And take strength
From your adversities
Stand tall
Against the weak-willed
Who try to drag you
Down
To their level
For they envy you
And would suck out
Your souls
Believe
In yourself
In your dreams
In your worth
The World
Needs you

untitled (1 Feb. '13)

Imprisoned by my Ego
I struggle to be free
My mind is oppressed
With Ego's nonsense
But how does one live without
In a madcap World
Full of drones and sheep
Power-mad and grovellers
And struggling masses
How does one release it
Back into the wild
An answer I've searched
Long for
Tho' in my youth
It had it's uses
To stave off ennui
Or stand against other
Bloated egos
It is only in middle-age
That I see what a quagmire
It truly is
And wish to be rid of it
Once and for all

untitled (3 Feb.)

The meat wants a partner
But the Goddess says no
My heart longs for love
But the Universe will not allow it so
The Path stretches out before me
But I am too weary to go
Life has had it's interests
Even if it is just a puppet show
I feel so beat down and kicked
That I want to stop although
Curiosity gets the better of me
Suicide is no option and so
I continue to breathe and shit
Release from pain there is no
Possibility

untitled (21 Feb.)

Like 2 ships
Passing in the night,
As the old saying goes,
Then she moves on,
To other lovers,
Tho' she admonishes
Me
For my desire for
Intimacy
Insensitive to my
Sorrow
Like most women
She simply does not
Understand
Reducing my desires
To mere sex
Tho' she is the one
Looking for mere sex
So back to the
Darkness
Of the Underworld
Where I bide my
Time
Till mortal death

untitled (21 Feb.)

It was a long time past
Nearly thirty years now
When I had a choice to make
Love or Art
I chose Art
I knew not at the time
How I would be beholden
Hoping to still find
Love
But the Universe does not care
And when I still opened myself for
Love
I was punished harshly
Caged away from that True
Love
Even when I escaped my prison
I hoped I would still find
Love
But it was not to be
And each time I opened my
Heart
The pain of failure hurt the same
As it had when I was young
I always wanted True
Love
Tried to be open to it
And when I lost again
I worked on my self
Thinking it was my flaws
It was only many years
Till I realized it was
My difference
That I do not conform to
Type
Cannot be placed in a pattern
Do not play the Game
I have few intense weaknesses
But the one that always gets me is
Hope
The Goddess cured me of
Despair
And now I must find a
Way to release my soul from
Hope
But why, why, why
You may ask
Because lies, lies, lies
Is all I find
My depths are too
Deep
For those who cannot fathom
I must accept my lonely
Path
And stop my foolish heart from
Hope
As it only slows my down
It would be so much easier
Without this stupid meat
But I am imprisoned till
Death
Deigns to release me
The only lover who will
Take me, embrace me
So that I may rest from
Hope