hold-me

there's the couch
today we'll talk about relationships
and the transient nature of pussy
yet again

(i have a 100 % divorce rate and live alone)
not by choice

keep a journal
few things better reveal ineptitude than posterity
keep track of dreams too
the ones that linger
dreams suffer under analysis
better to enjoy them
the lingering feeling and attitude
effect the present
aunt mary is probably not sending messages from the grave
she seeded you a long time ago

if you dream of a moment with a gf/bf
the first urge would be to call her up and
see where her mind/heart was at that time
if you have a feeling of foreboding
and feel anxious and disconnected from her,
she's probably out fucking your best friend that very moment
see how this works?
tune in ...

to omens
omens aren't mysterious code sent by beings from other planets
usually
they are messages from yourself
to yourself
the conscious and subconscious need to meet

ok ... the sex

men need help here from what i understand
give a man a blow job you feed him once
teach him to fuck and you feed him forever

when you're with her
be attentive to how she set the scene
notice the candles or music
and lights
... the way the pillows lay
dress and manner
enjoy the gifts
feast on her pleasure

and if you could bring joy
by lifting a finger
would you do it?
will you shudder
when she cries in the night?

its not a question of love
to know a person is to love them
the more you know
the more you love

energetic entity intent on pleasing you
give her this pleasure
feast on it in return
and feed it back to her
she'll make sure that the fire burns
depend on it

the effortless is most powerful
the will is not a wish
even more than a promise or devotion
- a dedication

a woman becomes everything
she is the universe
action righteous and immediate
fills and manipulates her form
to your will
a will is not a wish
will is a done deal - immediate
will is yesterday
love is understood

so the candles
the fire burns
the room is your heart
watch her make it glow with her dance
hunger the moment in its life
and in its death
let her kill the god if she will
it's hers to resurrect him

feast on her pleasure and she flies

consider that
that men ask is less an act of chivalry
but more the need for a willful other
men can always take if they so will
nevermind the consequences

and women not just stifled and bound
ruled as the submissive controls the dominant,
as pressure is never pushed but tempted and equalized

take the spark of pleasure
born of the tormented ache you sense
the need and be there
tenderly the sparks
more harsh with the flame
abandoned as the fire rages
and spent trust
that god in his wisdom gave her this gift
let it live


 
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where poetry rules

this month's poems are a comedy of errors
and action lives
hope you enjoy ...)


 

Comedy of Errors

Cause was lost
before any effect conditioned responses
In the Church of Cilis
spiked garters tore at my limbs
Reminiscing along entwine of youth
I hungered pessimism to balance
total acceptance

I could sleep for days dreaming
resisting seductive call
of pain killing substance
defying invitation of comfort

I went on and on of things
not altogether pleasing
struggled to bare the burden
suffer the woman
I love life
dancing on the edge of disaster

Intense was the energy
that subjugated karma
and by undeniable omens led me
through flaming hoops
into the heart of the fire

Priestess dancing around the altar
clad in nothing but eternal devotion
incanted arcane prayers to awake
abysmal entities that in turn
devour one that in innocence
lays prostrate awaiting seduction

Possibilities probed explored
and reinvented to conform
dark demented perversions
unsullied escape out the heart of desire
unbound the stake impaled
unafraid and accepting all
consequence of wisdom and folly

Love is real
not just as sentiment
escaping lips of pretenders
embracing the ideal of possession
not of demonic entities
but by ourselves of each other

Respect was lost
Mystery evaporated as visions solidified
by possibilities pigeonholing those ideals
that uncomfortably allowed themselves to fit
into the filing system of the minds of the blind

Remorse became regret sorrowed taste exact
selected one of the four to lead the way
showered promises of a good life
not for ourselves but our children
and the children's children
begging demanded sacrifice
for a shadowed foggy future
manipulated by lies
into remarkable clarity

We are just what we seem to be
judged not for substance
but all external appearance
not for the act but
the result unproposed and
unforeseen

Reformed into the light
we are those warriors of the
apocalypse that we denied
in the face of its wake
and even as the devastation spread
we laughed at the absurdity
of further devastation implied

She had liberal ways
listened to forked tongues
spread word of serpentine superiority
consumed strychnine with abandon
and apparently assimilating this poison
danced in celebration to honor dark gods

What could I do
What choice was there that I avoided
to spare souls of the ignorant
and purge sin from tainted hearts
of the unbelieving

Pausingly remarked the action
was not for sake of our salvation
but to pave way for our children
to take their place among princes

I didn't care
I don't care even now
as all that rose against the willed future
have fallen aside
to lay with their rebellious brothers

I consumed energy
she in her youth bestowed upon me
afforded what was required owed
In her mind she lived as her body danced
craved demonic lust that ripped soft tissue

There was no comfort given
within the revelations
They were of apocalyptic magnitude
and foretold total destruction
I received nothing but anxiety and paranoia

Language supposed clear
I had no concept
of the unspeakable words uttered
in sounds foreign to my humanity

Drunk sour milk
from the bosom of natural selection
that allowed only the strongest to survive
relegating even myself
to the ditches of the done

I come to convince no one few know the magnitude
of the struggle revealed in visions
to those, who possessing nothing
listen to the voice of silence

I abused her body
trampled her hopes
and left her an emotional mess
wallowing in sorrow

Responsibility never in doubt
to take blame for the work of an angel
who seeks domination of the right hand path
by smiting the left

Hysteria proliferated the masses
who in sudden panic of realization
trampled each other at the exits

 

Action Lives

When you're old
in your easy chair
or even in some
forgotten alley eating shit

only the times you've tried survive
keep nourished synaptic transmitters

and regrets if any
are for the times you didn't dare
The call came and you didn't go
Only the times you stood away disappear
Action lives while
thoughts watch and die

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