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What happened to women's rights
And their constitutional rights
Even though children are angels
But since there is no birth control
That's a hundred percent effective and
Until one is presented, why are women
Being punish and held accountable for
The decisions they make in life and with
Their bodies, can men have babies
Do the men who work in government
Know how women feel and what they have to deal with
For-say, if a woman is unknowingly drug
And taken advantage of, and it happens everyday
Do you think she wants to have a child
From a rapist or predator, do you think
She wants the world to know what happen
Do you think she wants to forcefully give up
Her privacy and be ashamed once again
Because of a law condemning a woman's right
Which no one should have went back in time and changed
Husbands and boyfriends don't be surprise when
A woman starts to practice ABSTINENCE !
The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time
Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine
Perennial distortions of a perspective in pure mime
Elegant notions of a theory on entropy
Pertinent commotions of what the third eye can truly see
Innocent devotions about what it’s like to live in poverty
Malcontent emotions over what it means to be truly free
Singular visions for the indiscriminately proud
Angular decisions as you power through the crowd
Rectangular incisions on the throats of the politically loud
Perpendicular divisions as the dead are placed into their shrouds
A cacophony forming at the base of a mountain range
The topography calling out the wierd and indiscriminately strange
The cartography of the wicked and the fundamentally derranged
The anthropology of society and what it means to be defamed
Litigious corporate lawyers claiming their money on the side
Ambitious politicians out for what they cannot hide
Pernicious inhibitions of a man enslaved by pride
The vicious extraditions of those who just jumped on for the ride
Enlightening notions of the concepts of spiritual awakening & transcendence
Frightening potions of imposition and rememberance
Lightening bolts of intuition and incendiary elegance
Siphoning jolts of inhibition as we see through the embellishments
Contaminated water and superficial elements of decay
The celebrated quarter of what it means to have your say
The inundated distorter of truth among the games that we play
The contentious border of Ukranian land on international display
We walk this earth in discontent and observation of the crimes
And give a wide girth to the consequence of the symbol of the times
But what we have learned in the enlightened abstinence has created pure refine
And what we’ve earned in the brightened elegance, as we proudly step out of line
What’s happening is clearly understood.
Apollo has one hand around her waist,
one predator, one quarry, interlaced.
He’s coming up behind her (which is good),
but she’s a tree (two lovers, getting wood!)
She’d rather change her state than be disgraced,
preferring to be chaste than to be chased.
She’s choosing abstinence, above life's blood.
Is love a trauma, to be undergone?
Arousal something ugly, to be faced?
Should Nature’s process be looked down upon?
The carnal act, a tactless lapse of taste?
Or might the thing be ardently embraced?
We, formless fragments, merging in The One?
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it felt az if
from
sunrise
unto
sunrise
I assured mine self
one day
the read would be
namez
namez
namez
twist'n tongues
and
spirits
i'm certain readers will have
the jolly time
hey
my brother and i had to register
them all
oooooh
and did i mention
abstinence
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You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath.
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you
As gently I pull back my straying hair
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires
For you.
A Repost of a collaboration with Paul Callus
she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind
trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast
incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all
contorting denial delusion and psychedelic support to no valid avail
and the wall of her self-imposed prison was barbed with wire of pain
the maze of synaptic connections discharged commands of unreason
torturous wheels of cognition failed to balance fierce contradictions
twisting and hurting she succumbed to a myriad of fake solutions
turning the tourniquet tight to receive the message of brown sugar
winding serpentine paths misconstrued from temptation and promise
and still the garden remained a wasteland of intemperate indignation
she had fallen off the wagon so many times that the engine had stalled
sinews lay bare under a sinuous array of purulent scars and punctures
a tattered puzzle of perplexed bewilderment awaiting the ultimate shot
the heroine submerged in near namesake poison in face of the needle
as the epitaph neared completion and the funeral cortege proceeded
she prayed and surrendered to a white knuckling ride of withdrawal
dragons danced with cold turkeys on her tomb stone but they refused
to relinquish hope for affronted vultures puked at sight of her ghost and
she recalls near death experiences and abstinence as a miraculous gift
25th June 2020
Begin by stripping my skin to the bone
Misfortune is baked in layers
Mania in DNA is more than kin
I trust nurture entwined with nature
Tattered veils obscure perspective's light
Shameful gauzes are undressed
Ran madly half-bare to sis's arms
Suicidal wolf cries no longer tempt me
Re-parenting without weed strips me
No more wine ushering the beast
Make abstinence my embalmer
Repatriate this childish soul to the slab
But, bare days are still in need of veils
Nicotine measures hours hemmed
Buried childhood squirms for treason
I have yet to abandon painful threads
Terrors of walking nude will be learned
No parents to steady with hands
This old man-child still wants claps
The past waits for touch inside the tomb
Miles of selfish ribbons unwind clinging
Stand half mummified yet alive
Walk roads of perils on bare feet
My uncloaked condition accepts it's terminal
Life without bandaids is one beginning
My mania unwinds what's hidden
I'll rise from the crypt together
Till ash revealed is cleaved from soul
John 19:41
At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid.
ONE LAST TIME BEFORE NEXT TIME
As too much can’t get enough
Despite all efforts to get maximum satisfaction
Stingy time refusing to give us more time
Managing the little time we got; doing a lot in short period
Each climax surpassing the former; sapped energy seeking revival
So selfless we were, clinging to satisfy each other.
Deep in love with what we do
Every moment appearing like the first moment
Every time like the first time; always fun like the other
It turned from normal to everyday chores that must be observed
Same thing, same people, same exploit, same way
Yet, it always seems a new adventure.
With consistency came addiction
The constant lust to be lost; deep in the passion
Abstinence would mean insanity with sinful cure
Journey from home; far into other homes of other people
Soon the desirable would be unavailable and the available desirable
Before then, I need one last time before next time...
Lordvip
since when did you care about what your parents thought
their trembling hands clutching dusty photo albums,
dreams for you etched in whispers,
like the fine print on a warranty you never read.
smart, they said,
smart enough to untangle the wires,
but never the knots in your chest.
immortal—they wanted you invincible,
a timepiece that slowed down
only for holidays and funerals,
never noticing that your hours burned faster than theirs.
abstinence, they prayed,
as if purity were a shield
against the sharp teeth of the world,1
but science taught you
the chemistry of craving,
the physics of loneliness,
the biology of need.
they wanted you science-oriented,
but you learned to dissect their dreams,
and the heart, you found,
was just another organ
pumping blood
into someone else's expectations.
So since when did you care?
you don't.
you never did.
broke and trying to raise two kid's
before age twenty.