Oh Woman

Fornicate with your eyes, invoke lust in others with your infatuated looks, and cause men to falter along their way, because what else have you to live for, what purpose do you serve in life oh woman? Please give me an explanation for your doings, is there reason, do you have reason, does reason hover within your ambience? Please figure this out for yourself, because I can’t figure it out for you. Not that I don’t want to, but rather, you won’t let me. You’ve become uninviting. Your beauty no longer serves the purpose it once did, your smiles have become piercing daggers into my heart – seemingly pleasant, but only resolved into lost hope. Find your way oh woman, and DO NOT deter.

 Locate that place once called Home. It is the place where warmth gathers and hearts glow, a place where the fire kindles and smiles grow. Oh woman, seek thy purpose. Be of good cheer and lend a helping hand. No. Not the hand that hammers the nail, pulls the trigger, gestures to the audience, or fills my prescription. But the one that serves the evening stew with warm flavor. The one which embraces the support of the young with discipline. A morning’s diligent hand that never ceases to fail breakfast, dress-up or coffee. The hand that beautifies life. Invigorates strength with passion into the hearts of men. The hand of truth, in all honesty, the hand of glory. Oh woman, thy presence is mighty and pertinent. Please reconcile thy self and reconsider thy place in life. The place of undoubtable NEED. Let thy beauty beautify my atmosphere. Make it my everlasting joy unto the Lord God, our King. Serve with purpose. You most certainly Have purpose. We are the blue print and you the infrastructure. We know, but you are. Smile with kindness. Make my days! Oh woman.

Modern Woman, a Cruel Hoax

Modern Woman, a Cruel Hoax

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate, Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,…” Beautifully written, Sonnet 18, by the great poet, William Shakespeare in 1609; we have certainly come a long way since medieval Europe. When I say we, I am saying, modern women.

Today’s women are ambitious, career driven and success oriented. Sounds like what anyone would desire, but not quite. A tit for a tat, at what price has she paid for the life she has embraced? Nothing is free, at least not my morning cup of coffee. The price is heavy and burdensome. The price has become her femininity.  A woman, according to my much more experienced friends, was once a beautiful flower, the kind of person that would want to look up to her man, seek protection and want to care for those in her circle, be it family, friends and loved ones. That appealing image has faded like the paintings of Johan Vermeer, but that doesn't cease the hope for flowers to spring and blossom through the weeds.

The femininity of a woman is her nature, and when you deprive the human being of their true nature, they become like the atmosphere of a humane society: sad, lonely, and depressed, hoping to have someone come pick them up off their paws. But, as human nature has it, we will never expose our sadness or inner despair; primarily due to pride. We may go through counseling or maybe see a doctor, and pretend to be something we’re not, namely, happy.

Depression in women since 1970 has increased more than ever before, and continues to grow, surpassing that of a man’s. And yet, as a society as a whole have not done much to alter the status quo. No. We merely continue this emotional downward trend, keeping up the artificial tradition of forcing the male role onto our female counterparts - Be independent, have a career, make tons of cash and serve the company. A terribly cruel hoax bought by modern women. This is not the nature of women. Do I personally know the nature of a woman? I admit I do not. We should challenge the current way of life, however.

It was about a week ago that I was going for a walk, and as I was heading home, I noticed a beautiful cherry tree in full blossom. Like the cherry blossom, so is the beauty of a female, from birth to retirement. She, like a toddler is dormant in the comfort of her parent’s home, but slowly with the passing of time, white buds of her beauty slowly begins to expose until full bloom. Full bloom being the prime age of her beauty, 16 – 25. And like the cherry tree, she too must bear fruit, namely, her children.  This is the true nature of her creation - Love, bear and raise children and continuously love for the rest of her life.

In conclusion, today's women have been fooled, in the unprecedented cruel hoax ever witnessed in history. She is to go to college, get a job, work ridiculous hours, and when she is “ready,” marry at the pathetic age of 28, long after her beauty has faded. Not to mention that the birth fertility rate drops tremendously after this age. 

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