A Modern Paradigm

Alone in time, alone in life…born, lived, died. He’s just so

Complicated, yet simply simple. The easiest man you’ll ever 

Meet, perhaps the kindest. Sticking up for his own, lest the 

Creepers take advantage, the inhuman yet “normal” women…

Confusticated by a real man, one with airs that need

Not shouldered. Lost in the psychopathy of modern male

Ego, what TV says guys are s’posed to be, women lost without

Compass. Direction comes from choices made, voices heard,

Cloistered feelings, bunched in the “heart”-but-brain, of times 

Past, loves lost, and past experience. He treads through life,

Living his own, fostering consciousness through action

And guiding, wisdom not bought with age. Shifting seasons, 

Change is taking hold. Love transcends the bullshit

Plaguing modern times. 




Younger man meets older women, like best friends lost

Nothing in common with the women his age and less… too wrapped 

In vainglorious wanting, bullshit drama. Unattractive to say

The least. Said not but shown in disinterest of company; of

Interactions. Maturity is key, knowing you don’t know shit…

The truth of wisdom.