TEACH ME

Teach Me How to Learn

I have a dark mask I like to try on,

Oh, the blackness that hides deep inside of me

And the childhood innocence of putting a finger in the fire to become saint.

Detest, loath, trying to hide a hostile glare and a contorted face

Will I ever see my boy again, I doubt?

Every morning has broken with solemn tread, but still, I must keep the kind face.

Must we all suffer for the choices we make?

Or is it just my time to have a taste of my own medicine?

Must we always give to expect quittance?

If this be, then why not be still and eat each our share in it and live and die?

 

Teach me how to learn to live with a face I borrow whilst I bury which is mine underneath it.

Teach me how to not shudder at your sight but smile with benignity

Teach me how to laugh when you jest facetiously and when you act as though caring

Teach me how to learn to teach you to understand me

I want you to understand me without me telling you the pain of living amongst those you loathe

Teach me, oh dear, how to even learn.

Who knows that which I know when I have asked you questions and get no answers,

Am I the spieler or you?

Who has spoken the words from your mouth? Is it me?

I am spinning around circles; I have wanted embraces my heart faltered asking.

 

The earth has me underground, and wants me stuck there

Dark, marvelous, and inscrutable, yet still I do not wish to tell.

Is there anything after now? If there is, what is it?

I do not know how to learn to want to be around anyone

Am I wicked, or are you? I wish I knew.

I do not see what more is there, I want to turn around and walk away

Because I cannot take back things,

But I guess I have loved and lost.

For all that has surrounded me are secrets and lies

I know not what road to take, life is just a game of charades.

 

Teach me, teach me Oh dear how to learn

I cannot take it anymore, inner tears never seem to cease

I drive through night and day, just hoping to be away from everyone and everything

I want to rip all my skin off my flesh and feed it to the birds of the air

And then have a reason to cry and hate myself for

I want to go on an endless journey where I can make myself promises I will not break

I want to drown myself in endless music and air, because now I know; there is something we will always miss.

I want to scream, to let out my demons, and choke on spittle and cry a river

I want to go to a place where no one knows me

And then begin a new life as though I were not broken and in need of mending.

 

Teach me to learn how to love myself better

Teach me, and tell me what really inspires us

If it is the long unending fights or the funny noes and might’s or the glowing lights

Or is it just the desire to be seen and heard?

It just takes time to realize that even angels lie, and their glowing cloaks are dark.

But I want to learn, how to like the unlikeable and wrap them in my generous embrace

And smile at their face and wish they had never existed.

So, teach me how to learn to live against that time if that time ever comes

When everyone frowns and barely greets me with the same sun

Or just teach me how to learn to walk away while running.

 

 

Through thick and thin, I press, but going forth is nothing

My efforts are futile, I am fretful, forlorn, and sad

I do not know the taste of a smile from happiness, for I have mastered the art of duplicity

My opinions, my reason, my purpose, I am nothing in the face of humanity

I just want to learn, so teach me

Teach me how to tell myself I am a man, but it is okay to cry

 

Now I know why days break and nights fall

Now I know why the world is sad, and complicated

I want to pick up my luggage and leave, I want to seek my peace

But I want you to teach me how to learn to forgive myself for failing.

 

They said it gets easier by the time

But I think I will take with us the pain when I die

Teach me to lose myself in the least expected ways and be able to laugh to myself

Teach me how to want to be good when I do not know how to

And how to learn to accept the strength in vulnerability

Take me to the top of the world so I can feel what people feel when they are there

I want to learn the things that make me a lesser man, so that I do not have to feel this way again

But I want to be alone, away from all these deceptions and lies and motives

Teach me how to pick my heart from the ground without bending

Show me the road to peace of mind, body, and soul.

 

I look up in the sky always and it laments

And there I sit under it to catch its teardrops, lingering with an aching heart

I want to remember and go back to being a boy again, to whistle an unfamiliar tune unbothered and just happy.

I do not know how much I can go on,

I thought I could never have something to walk away from, yet here I stand, feeble and unable

I doubt we are all trapped in a single fate, for this pain wants to kill me.

My life has been spent in sorrow, and my years with sighing

My strength has failed because of my iniquity, and I can feel my bones waste away.

I just need someone to teach me,

To teach me how to learn what to do with these wounds in my heart,

Teach me, and teach me how to learn.

What do we Really Want?

How many times have we heard the phrase, “All men want is sex?” When I was 17 years old I was sure it was true. Now don’t get me wrong, sex can be wonderful at any age, but there’s something that is more important than sex, but it’s something that men have difficulty admitting and women have difficulty giving.
This understanding has dawned on me slowly and became most evident to me in my men’s group.Like all guys, we are somewhat competitive and we all want to be seen as successful, but we also have learned to be honest with each other. We not only talk about our sexual successes, but also our failures, fears, and confusions.
From the time I was young I learned that wanting sex was synonymous with being a man. In high school, I remember overhearing a girl I liked talking about a guy we both knew. She wasn’t complaining that he was preoccupied with sex, but that he “didn’t come on to me like other guys do.” She went on to tell her girlfriend, “He’s not being very manly.” The message was clear, “real men” want sex and if you don’t “come on” to a girl, you’re not a real man.
This early lesson was validated through the years: Always wanting sex is the mark of manliness for many. It’s better to be turned down again and again and be seen as a jerk who is totally preoccupied with sex than to want something more than sex and be seen as “less than a man.so, what do men want more than sex? We’ve all heard that women need to feel loved to have sex, but men need to have sex to feel loved. Let’s look more deeply at what it is exactly that men are getting when they get sex. Sure, there is the physical pleasure, but there is a deeper need that is being satisfied. I call it the need for a safe harbor.
The world of men is a world of competition. On the most basic level, males compete with other males for access to the most desirable females. Males make the advances and females decide which males they will accept. Sure, in modern times these roles are less rigid than they once were, but for the most part, whether we’re peacocks or people, we strut our stuff and hope it’s good enough to get us chosen by the woman we go after.
Getting taken into her body gives us a sense of peace and homecoming that goes way beyond simple sexual pleasure. Of course, I’m talking about heterosexual men here. There’s a similar dynamic in the gay world, but here I’ll focus on men and women.
Many of us remember the early school dances we attended. If you wanted to hold a girl in your arms, you had to make the long walk across the room with everyone watching and ask the girl to dance. If she accepted, you were in heaven. If she refused you were in hell. The key here is that you must make yourself vulnerable to rejection to hold and be held by a girl.
By the time we become adults, we’ve already been battered and bruised by the world of competition and rejection. We long for that safe harbor where we don’t have to pretend to be something we’re not in order to be chosen. We long for someone who sees us for who we are and wants us anyway, who can hold us and touch, not just our body, but our hearts and souls.
“Always wanting sex” is part of the male persona we wear to show we’re manly. What we really want is a safe harbor where we can take refuge, relax, and be cared for. In other words, we want the feeling of being nurtured that most of us didn’t get enough of when we were children. But admitting these needs makes us feel like little boys, not big strong men. Better to be manly with our sexual desire and then once we’re inside her body, we can relax, be ourselves, and be infused with love. That’s the hidden desire we have when we have sex.
One of the things I love getting from my girlfriend, is to lay in her lap and have my scalp rubbed. This is one, wonderful, safe harbor. I don’t need to have sex in order to have this need satisfied. I just have to ask for it. Here, I’m being touched deeply, accepted completely. I don’t have to perform or prove myself. I just must be willing to be deeply vulnerable.
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Just as it’s difficult for men to ask to be held, nurtured, and touched; it’s often difficult for women to give that kind of intimacy. There are three main reasons, which are often subconscious:
First, women have their own conditioning about men being men. If he doesn’t want sex, they worry that they may not be attractive enough.
Second, a man wanting to be held and nurtured triggers feelings that they are dealing with a boy, not a man. I can’t tell you how many clients I have who say things like “It’s like I’ve got three children in the house. There are our two sons, and then there’s my husband.” Women want a man but worry they have another little boy.
Third, women fear men who don’t feel manly. They know that the most violent men are men who feel weak and powerless. They’ve often had experiences of men allowing themselves to be gentle and vulnerable, only to have them respond with anger and rage later.
It takes a lot of time and maturity for men to admit to themselves that they need a safe harbor where they can be nurtured and embraced by a woman. It takes a lot of courage to let his woman know he may want sex, but more important is his need for security, love, and nurture. It requires a level of wisdom to know that allowing ourselves to be as vulnerable as a child may be the manliest thing a man can do.
For a woman, she must also go beyond her own conditioning and be open to a man who is making himself vulnerable in new ways. She must have a great deal of self-love and self-confidence to accept being a safe harbor. She must also have the strength to protect herself when his shame at being vulnerable turns to anxiety, anger, or depression. It isn’t easy for men and women to take these kinds of risks, but the payoff is a life-time of deepening love and intimacy