{"id":781,"date":"2006-11-03T17:11:05","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T23:11:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1996\/5-8-96-great-male-questions\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T17:11:05","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T23:11:05","slug":"5-8-96-great-male-questions","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=781","title":{"rendered":"5-8-96 great male questions"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=781\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>The quiet moments of doubt<br \/>\nThe length of an inhale<br \/>\nWhen your mind reminds you that stars are ebony<br \/>\nAnd dogs never smile<\/p>\n<p>God lifts his hand to wipe sweat from his brow<br \/>\n(how you miss the touch)<br \/>\nFree fall fear pulls your comfortable rug out from your tiny life<br \/>\nRivers stop and trees drop all their leaves at once<\/p>\n<p>And all that you know<br \/>\nAnd all that you think you might dream<br \/>\nVanishes soundlessly<br \/>\nA question of existence<\/p>\n<p>Do I be&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Fragile thoughts in scarred hands weigh heavily<br \/>\nIn that moment<br \/>\nWaiting for an acknowledgment<br \/>\nOf what is<\/p>\n<p>I look to others with pain and fear in my narrowing eyes<br \/>\nThey have no answers<br \/>\nEverything but<br \/>\nAnything but<br \/>\nHow would they know what it is for me to feel<br \/>\nWanted<br \/>\nDesired<br \/>\nWhole<\/p>\n<p>Testosterone pride shrugs off the question<br \/>\nAnd shields anyone from seeing the scared little boy<br \/>\nPulling on his strong leg demanding an answer<br \/>\nTears furrowing canyons in his cheek<\/p>\n<p>And the moment passes<\/p>\n<p>And I am left with the silence<\/p>\n<p>And the feeling that something large and shadowy has passed<\/p>\n<p>Behind my head<br \/>\nAnd that I<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The quiet moments of doubt The length of an inhale When your mind reminds you that stars are ebony And dogs never smile God lifts his hand to wipe sweat from his brow (how you miss the touch) Free fall fear pulls your comfortable rug out from your tiny life Rivers stop and trees drop [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":770,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-cB","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/781"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=781"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/781\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=781"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}