***Caveat lector: This piece may very well "ruffle" a few feathers, and I'm sorry about that, guys.***
The female realm has a mysterious equality
Where women share an odd intimacy
Concerning home, and children, and men.
Somehow they seem to know
That what they do is worthwhile
And makes all the difference to everyone.
Whereas men, thinking themselves
The calm center of everything,
Set about the business
Of quietly and confidently
Sorting right from wrong,
And good from bad,
With a cheerful, but naïve,
Masculine conviction that what they do
Is somehow worth the effort
And will make, in the end,
The slightest bit of difference to anyone.
My beloved's love is over there,
on the other side,
the river surrounds my body
the flood waters are powerful in this season,
and a crocodile waits on the sandbank.
yet I went down to the water
to wade through the flood,
my heart brave in the channel.
I found the crocodile to be like a mouse,
and the surface of the water like dry land to my feet.
It is her love that makes me strong.
She casts a water spell for me!
I see my heart's beloved standing right before me!
my beloved has come,
my heart rejoices,
my arms are open to embrace her.
my heart is as happy in its place
as a fish in its pond.
O night, you are mine forever,
since my lady came to me!
Seven whole days,
I have not seen my beloved.
Illness has invaded me,
my limbs have grown heavy,
and I barely sense my own body.
Should the master physicians come to me,
their medicines could not ease my heart.
the lector priests have no good treatment,
because my illness cannot be diagnosed.
but if someone tells me,
'here she is! '—that will revive me.
her name, just her name
that is what will get me up.
The coming and going of her
To begin how about a nice glass of wine
to accompany your meal ?
May i suggest a nice Chianti perhaps ?
To go with your vegetable bean salad starter
I must admit everything looks so good really appetizing
Hard to know exactly where to start
I'm not even sure what half of
these dishes are
They aren't labeled and don't look
like anything i have seen before
This is a fine dinning experience all will be revealed once your meal is completed
If you were to be told exactly what you are eating subliminally you may be put off
So Bon Appetite sit back relax and enjoy
And may i take this opportunity to
introduce myself as i will be both your chef and waiter for this evening
My name is Lector
Welcome to
Carnivores @ Hannibals
Old friend dinner
And For Some The Abstract Is Real
It may be that the concrete image of a milkmaid’s stool,
It’s splintered and worn-shiny wood grain, gray-brown,
Three legs supporting a two inch thick oak round,
Twelve inches across, even in the mind of a fool
Can evoke a poetic response, the thought near-real;
A Germanic root is more oomph-palpable than a Latinate,
Yes, and it’s smoother, easier to say “the cat that ate”
Than “the felus catus that consumed its meal.”
But those of us lost in a verbose cerebral vector,
(Excuse me, I mean a too-wordy place)
Intoxicate ourselves with the oblique andobscure nectar,
(Er, uh, get drunk on the sweet drink, whose meaning is not plain)
Distilled from the idiomatic remnants of an ancient Roman lector.
(Oh, you know, brewed from pieces
Of language with a Latin stain).
Lacking
Lacking eloquence
Lector lacking
Bullfrogs and lemmings crooning
In the swamp of dim intellect
Spewing their haughtiness
Through their noses the spittle drops
Collecting in murky waters
Their stagnation hiding within their bubble of hate
When the swamp dries lest it be said
No one will be opening heavens gate
One can not persuade a mind painted in black
They the commoners’ collect like old dishes
On a dirty rack
Should the Cellarer ever turn his back
Plato’s will attack in their packs
Airs of allusive elegance
Slipping away into the darkness
Of extinction
For those with black hearts and feeble minds
They shall never see the ends of times
Only when the white rose comes to full bloom
Shall the meek and kind find their true home
They shall be with angels above
As those assemble in the quire
Songs melodic under the arch
Brothers plotting after songs depart
Time eternal yet as always coward’s preach
Solace coming from wisdom's speak
Their persuasion lacking sincere tone
As the sinners lay underneath cold stone
Feelings are something I can not possess
Everyday they're less and less.
I can not mourn when family die
I just sit there and pretend to cry.
All I ever wanted to be
Was as normal as I could, for you to see.
I've never meant anyone harm
Its not easy keeping my mind calm.
A place to fit in was hard to find
I'm just stuck here within my mind.
I dream of a day of just birds and the trees
I know that my soul would ease.
I may not feel, but I feel what you feel
I feel a woman's love
It fits me like a glove.
But what I can see is that is not my destiny.
Forever alone I must be.
What to do and who to ask
Has become a hard task.
I've always hated the things that I done
At the time, I thought them fun.
To understand you must see
That there's more than one of me.
The voices in my head, hatred they spread
And lucky for you, I'm not easily led.
I know its my fault because I drink and I drink
Jump in my head and see what it takes to think.
Lector, Cooper and Sheen
All those I could have been.
frequencia de pensamientos
en medio de un mar
de calma
eleva la magia del momento
de,,,,
escriben
cuando
estas
lector es un sueno
la musica es
i've chased dragons of destruction ever since i was conceived
perversion skewed my thoughts and turned the pure into obscene
the clean was made quite dirty and the good was made quite bad
while laughter was around me still the happy turned to sad
fear it filled my broken heart and hate came to the rescue
iniquity out of innocence...i rose like hannibal lector
haphazardly put together thin sticks turned into steel...a rabbits mind turned ravenous soon blood would have to spill
my heart got pierced with arrows...made of flesh now turned to stone
with wrath and vengeance in my soul i had to walk alone
way down in the valley this predator stalked its prey...while looking deep into their eyes they knew it was their final day
demons stayed behind me...i could hear their taunts and laughs
while i was chasing dragons destruction was my path
dragons of delusion and dragons of disease...the dragons of addiction were caught too easily
the hunter was the hunted and the master was the slave
i don't chase destructive dragons cause they're really chasing me
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins
as images permeated
and shivered my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you
longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you were mine
I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless,
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped
shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool
my first tell
finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away
under the slick
of your hands,
my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense
I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy
my tricksters hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed?
ME!
aced by the hand of a machinehead
Polly want a cracker?
No, Polly wants her crack.
Smokey the Bear telling us, Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires?
I think he set the forest ablaze when he got
stoned and dropped his joint.
Atomic bomb goin' off on your block?
Duck and cover?
How stupid do you think we are??
Uncle Sam Wants YOU???
For tax evasion?
The Mind Is a Terrible Thing To Waste?
Hannibal Lector could use them with Fava Beans??
Why is Bob Smiling so stupidly??
Botox reaction??
This is what our children see on T.V.??
Why??? Beats Me!!!
Vinny....what'cha think?
Pray for whirled peas??