ODE TO THE COWARDLY

TRAGEDY

Shakespeare, in Julius Caesar,
wrote these immortal words:

"A Coward dies a thousand times
before his death, but the valiant man
tastes of death but once."

Cowardness is expressed
in many ways, some are obvious,
some are clandestine.

A coward lacks courage
to dare take a stand;
a coward is easily intimidated;
a coward hides behind words
and pseudo rhetoric, is
ashamed to be real or
rejects the urge to try
what he/she condemns
in others, while their
erotic dreams are buried.

Some writers and poets
hide behind words that
move, challenge, and
change other's behavior,
lifestyle, fantasies,
BUT
they never dare to
venture outside their
cowardly prejudices,
which is okay, but sad.
They write about sexual
adventures in the most
erotic terms while hiding
in their horny caves;
they have the urge to
explore the wonders of
the aroused anatomy
of another person of the
same gender but it ends
only in words that arouse
others. Comfort is found
in the belief that "One day
I will escape from my
fantasy and dare to be
freed from my prison.
I WILL DO THE EROTICA
I WRITE ABOUT."

[NO, we don't have to
relinquish our cowardness, after
all, this is just another poem]