Jalapeños popped
with that french kiss;
You may just have the heat
to handle me;
Careful, dynamite explodes with a
single spark.
Savor spicy slowly…
Blood and lust;
Your villainous eyes so vermilion,
possessing the vile light of the macabre.
Ignite me leave your mark,
devour my divergence;
Together we’re fireworks..
Viral infection,
swallow spectacular slowly…
Blood and lust;
So succulent the film of me
erupting all over your taste buds;
estrogen and endorphins,
testosterone and dopamine;
Carolina reaper’s bass line,
we just raised the bar;
set to scald each others mouth..
A spectacular flow,
blood and lust.
C H I is the placeholder of your W I L L embarked
REALIZED unto R E S O L V E
RESOLVE to ignite DESIRE's S P A R K
MEDITATION on the P A S S I O N
Solves :
DEDICATION of the F A S H I O N
Z O N E of ESTROGEN, TESTOSTERONE, ADRENAL-
ENDORPHIN-PINEAL-P R O D U C T I O N
The P I N E A L-control of the G L A N D S
in poetic ORGAN
J O Y of B E L I E F
As O N E at H A N D
She’s a thrown compact
shattering a vase;
She is the flower
that is still standing;
Perfect matte lipstick;
Targeted wall,
it cannot hide;
A foaming pout,
feminine rage;
Fire flashes;
Estrogen,
no factor;
You’re rude,
now she’s
pissed.
When it comes to aging and our hormones, I'd like to discuss
that big one, testosterone.
Estrogen will dry up as a woman's body ages.
Could she now be entering her testosterone stages?
I'll be a little blunt and I hope you don't think me callus.
Do women need to try some viagra or cialis?
Women pay their taxes and in God we trust,
so why isn't any one marketing to us?
I am a woman created in the image of God.
I was created to walk beside Adam,
And never to beneath him.
God created me special, different from a man.
He made me who I am.
I have a uterus that keeps a baby safe.
Every month I released my eggs and bleed.
One special quality a man does not need.
In my womb life grows,
After a man’s sperm, penetrated my ovum.
My babies nestled against my breast,
When they needed milk, love, and rest.
I have a and not a ,
And it makes me different from Adam.
My voice does not break during puberty.
My body releases more estrogen,
To help me develop into a woman.
I am a woman different from a man
God created me who I am.
Modern artificiality:
The woman becomes a clone,
carved throughout.
Estrogen turns to silicone,
art abounds...
Modern artificiality:
Man, woman become clones,
carved throughout.
Estrogen turns to silicone,
art abounds...
It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and performance anxieties,
wounds
short-term through permanent
satiated energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.
In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing rabidity
looks polyculturally threatening like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and decadently tastes like
Manic
predative energy
inflamed by unnatural sleep deprivation
festering fear-and-anger rapaciousness
Rather than restorative green restorative justice
reviving passion
for multicolored
trans-generational
testosterone+estrogen
yang+yin
polyamorous win+win
inclusive sentient integrity
Of cooperative green/blue powers,
EarthPeace compassion
Not so red dominant
states of capitalistic
monotheistic
straight white patriarchal narcissism,
worshipping a punishing God
made in His own frightened anthropocentric image.
the lavender upon the hill
drifts through my open doors
supple chords of a stormy day
to riffle my hairs to rising
the purple bends my eyes
as it folds but does not snap
against the fit of summer wind
in the temple hands are lifted
to join trees murmur of concern
safe passage from this world
not always one of choice
a thunder claps inside my womb
echos of an unfinished harvest
sending me to sit within the heath
surrounded by tempest song
i’m held tight in bended arms
buffeted by testosterone
loved by mother’s estrogen
the lavender will survive this day
…until the summer cutting
with blessings, so will i
She’s so neg neurodegenerative,
so womb retro Neanderthal
Her backward moving bellow decisions
aren’t thoroughly modern mellow
Got lip kicker high heels
that testosterone neuter kills
Miss So and So
loves to cold-heartedly
iron cast her anvil anger with
dragon breath death blows
She’s so con method constrictive,
so anaconda pocket squeeze avarice addictive
Those boa belly estrogen rolls
always take their masculine squeal toll
Her every hip sway diamondback pulse suggestion
is cobra hardwired for a vow recoil bosom confession
Miss No Good So and So
is a sultry eyelash she-devil
Delivering a bottomless pit of insomnia pain
everywhere she pillow goes
Throughly washed off all her sweat from my bed
And wondered why she left as if everything's said
I've considered how I became so easy to ignore
And why she chose to turn from angel to for
You give your trust for bits of love and friendship
And your lover dismisses your kisses and ends it
Crushing you then with an endless questioning
I remember and want to dismember her estrogen
But I'm supressing testosterone, ingesting the pain
Writing spiteful and suicidial, now my letters remain
I'm trying to weather the shame of falling for traps
In a mask, looking forward to when its all in the past
She caused the collapse of my frail unstable world
She's no class above me and I never failed at girls
She didn't have a way with words or a great talent
She's trained to stay calous and remain ballanced
This isn't blame, just wished she explained her half
But she'd given in to ignorance of hurting my heart ..
Twenty-two uniformed nymphs.
Panting across a fake emerald lawn.
Kicking the skin off little white balls.
National pride and pearly posts.
Red cards flashing, everyone moans.
Sweaty shirts and tender thighs ripple.
Dreaming of holding a stiff phallic symbol.
Amidst this maelstrom of estrogen.
The final tally becomes quite insignificant.
Guess who??? yup... it's Happy Jack coming your way
Can't keep a good man down, heard somebody say
Taking estrogen pills
To reduce my female ills
And help with my hot flashes and irritability each day
Killer jeans ...
sidewalk recombinant retinal lethal
Hazardous faded denim optics
Mahogany bombshell —
moving target drop-dead beautiful
Double helix ...
T-virus (Tantalizing) traffic stop double take
Gazelle graceful mitotic movement
cause pedestrian pause,
magnetic gawk gyroscopic directional
DNA dynamite dynamics ...
(Double-digit Numerical Anomaly)
Short fuse strutting,
sashay fireworks ... body comely
A chromosomal figure eight 10,
estrogen silver bullet sight no-brainer
Steely sizzle vision ,
sultry slow-motion ...
smoking hot chamber
A DNA pristine, walking dream —
The perfect fit
in a faded pair of twin coarse twill
Fatal attraction struck a coroner pose,
when my hazel eyes told her
that she could do whatever she will
Dyed denim genetics,
chromosomal femme fatale optical
Twas crosswalk balk retinal lethal
Bright rainbow aurora halo
yielded a flatline squint,
at the changing of a traffic light
Pedestrian aorta revival ...
it wasn’t pulmonary pulse optional,
at the DNA eye-sighting
of glow retinal drop-dead beautiful
Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes
really cut to the chase
Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase
She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down
Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude,
soaring pioneer spirit air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones' outback boots
love kicking the salty sea dogs around
Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere, fingertip touch
Self-reliant souls are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush
Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site
to soul carbon date
So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate
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