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Cruelty is the first name,
Diabolism is the surname,
Forced me to lose my strength as a woman,
As tears drops from my eyes,joy filled wicked heart,
They whispered to me,
"it's a custom,and you need to get yourself in",
Detestable should it be called,
Rather they put on a coat to serve that carnal god,
Destroying the virtue of womanhood,
Deep behind the mind,they snub the result,
Merciless is that native mood,
Pertained with arrogance and autocracy,
The mind of the society is crooked,
No one is ready to abide to civilized chronicle,
I'm no more stitched to what is of God's will,
Talking about sex,
Call me a wood,since I'm preyed by dirt,
No man get satisfied by me,
...rather chastise of my best,
Though,it wasn't my choice,
Disgrace and shame is now signed,
A mother without love,
Wife without empathy,
Psychologically,I can't stay as creepy,
Emotionally,frustration grabs my nerves,
Millions spent,no solution,
"What should I do?",I question myself,
It seems I'm raptured into Hades,
If I should mess myself in a nightmare,
Admission won't be granted for a ******** to get there,
I'm steadfast not for men.
alternately titled: breast damned fallacy hi-jinxed!
In her “60 Minutes” interview aired
Sunday (March 26th, 2018),
the **** star known within red district
as Stormy Daniels bared
her "naked lady" version
swearing oath of honesty,
she emphatically dick cleared
on a stack of video nasties,
and x-rated 'zines
now she can live rest of life
guilt free offloading
hush money endeared
a posteriori into infinitely
jesting bordello loop
with calmly enchanting bug eyed,
drooling media hounds,
whose nostrils flared
squelching the trumpeting Don,
who maliciously glared
for traitorously breaching
“genital man's agreement”),
playing the (sock it to him role
of goody two shoes)
christened Stephanie Clifford)
shaggy long haired
pseudo Mayflower madam averred
to right justice in sought after
condom free nation,
where the turkey
ought tubby national bird
mandating free codicil
to second amendment as of furred
thus, that ass hide from right to bear arms
premature sea r man ejaculation
of Peter ought to be heard
where sudden sound
sans pubis seams burst
jock strapped unseen bulging Johnson's
onslaught hail of expletives cursed
out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez,
hook halled for a recess first
and foremost before
questioning resumed
automatically immersed
within tawdry tabloid pulp pit
whore sing Bacchanalian refused to quit
particularly when groin
set zipper (flimsy – obviously,
NOT put thru linkedin
locked down rigorous paces
realized, when pry vet eyelit
of trouser snake split)
yielding singular (nada so sterling)
gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set
with singular bulbous
ram rod rocket like trivet.
Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps even Trans storytime or "Elementary School Teachers Gone Wild", in class. Maybe even genital mutilation and Jones Kool Aid + visual aids, plus umm, aids, and monkey pox and band aids. OK Gus was getting ahead of himself.
“Help us distract Michael! Promise you’ll get the real story behind the Easter Bunny,” Penney pitched.
The teenagers exchanged glances, and with a shared nod, they sprang into action. One of them grabbed an absurdly large basket of fake Easter eggs from a nearby store display while another started a group chant: “Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!” The noise attracted attention, echoing through the mall like a siren call.
“Where’s the playboy bunny?!” a kid shouted, turning the heads of middle afed Men. “We need her for a photo op!”
The Bunny, momentarily flustered, turned to the group, delighting in this unexpected attention. The teenagers began prancing around him, flinging eggs into the air as Michael, caught in a haze of confusion and rage, stumbled toward them. I am the playboy bunny, just Baroke wokey Bear !
“Why is everyone so obsessed with real women?!” he roared, shaking his fist in frustration, but momentarily losing his focus on Penney and Gus.
“Now’s our chance!” Penney hissed, taking Gus's elbow as they sprinted toward the Escape Rooms, leaving the staged chaos behind. With the door to Room One in sight, their hearts raced with momentum and fear.
Inside the rooms, walls transformed with dazzling illusions and outrageous puzzles awaited—a place where fantasy ruled and magic reignited the thrill of adventure. As they bolted through the door and barely managed to slam it shut, laughter erupted from behind them.
“Isn’t this just a tad absurd?” Gus panted, hands on his knees.
“Absolutely! But if it distracts Michael long enough for us to figure out our next move, then let's embrace the madness!” Penney winked, trying to catch her breath amidst the resurgence of adrenaline.
Rich is the language evocated clear emphasis
On divine nature of humanity and the beauty of,
His creation the imagination imagery of a seed.
A planter wound man and the birth process is a stunning metaphor for the miracle of Life And the connection between the spiritual and physical
Realms the channel and the gateway symbols
Represent the passageway from the spiritual realm
To the physical Earth is acknowledged as part
Part of the gateway's corridor to the sacred terrain
Beautiful narrative that honors the Divine spark within
Within humanity highlighting the inner connectedness
Of all beings and the sacredness of life celebrate
The first Farmer Adam environment of love and creativity
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Genital seed planter
something to get out
of the first Farmer yet
in turn he turns around and toils
the ground from heaven
he first comes forth then
first woman helpmate out of man
Then and man from woman
starman lights he plants the seed
them in the firmament of her pot grows
his seed flourishes man taking out of Earth
his first Father breathing life in him
continuing his work mankind
truly Divine
is his precious seed
through his love toil and labor he grows
rises he rose a seed planter first womb man out of Adam
then implement implanted seed
birth forth through the tunnel into the womb
gateway heaven's children birth heaven's gate
passageway to physical terrain Earth
7/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being labelled inherently racist.
or perpetually oppressed...
When all children want to do is share a square of sand
(no regard to the color of skin).
They're truly clueless as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being drilled on complicated topics of sex.
When they don't even know how to spell or do simple math.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are fighting back.
Against "teachers" and administrators who want to shove innocence down their dark rabbit hole of hormonal tinkering, genital mutilation, and moral oblivion.
Let them grasp what a noun is before tossing funhouse pronouns at them.
Let them walk a rainbow instead of constantly being slapped in the soul with a barbed version of it.
In short, let them be children...
Fill their heads with the blossoms of literacy, kindness, and respect.
Don't fill their hearts with the ball bearings of every societal tremor.
I'm dumbfounded as to why they fancy labeling attentive parenting an act of terrorism.
How incredulous and deluded we are
That we believe ourselves to be superior beings
And we are nothing more than Platyhelminths
That celebrate the festival of the Anus
Or reproductive system
Leading a long procession
Behind a priest saying mass
Or going to a rock and rap festival
Where people sing in chorus
The delights of alcohol and marijuana
All done on the lives of innocents
Murdered and dead by warlords
Serial killers and genocidal maniacs.
These are confirmed facts
In the true history of time.
We are turbellarian platyhelminths
With bilateral symmetry
Commonly depressed
Flattened dorsoventrally
Therefore we can call ourselves
Flatworms with locomotion
Produced by mucous secretions
Or ejaculations that move
Or are dropped from above.
There are active groups:
The workers of earth and asphalt
And parasitic groups:
Political baskets with an **** opening
And pedophilic clergy with a blind anus
That sees everything
According to them
Both usually equipped
With adhesive organs (suckers)
To suck our sap and blood.
We are worms with skeletal formations
For whom only the following matter:
The genital atrium, the mouth
The epidermis, the esophagus
The pharynx, the frontal gland
The nerve ganglion, the prostate gland
The intestine, the excretory pore
The genital pore, the
The penile scrotum, the womb
The roof of the palate of the
The uterus, the ovary
Supported by the Fallopian tubes.
We Platyhelminths are
For the most part hermaphrodites
With distinct male and female genital systems
With a cephalocaudal metabolic gradient.
#1
Building a
cat's
cradle from
simple
dimpled
spheres only
reinforces the
necessity of
de-
signing se-
cure
multifarty
symptoms to
en-
sure stealth-
care rapacity with
min-
imal ex-
posure.
#2
Drastic baggy
hags in spew-colored double
schlock wastelands are
even now sporting un-
even tooth alignment
and con-
genital blight po-
sitioning for more dead
products with patriotic
names such as
"Poke Her in the Crypt" and
"Wicked Slim Pickings".
all used up
permanent footprints on my chest and stomach
murky green spit in the middle of my genital area
all bruised up
they won't let me stay and get relief
they take my temporary enjoyment away from me
i am told to get out and stay away
down and out and lonely
spin spin spin goes the world
i have conversations with invisible foggy windows
i have conversations with imaginary friends who do nothing but listen
famished and rather boney
i read the latest library book to keep my mind sane
i keep a pen and a notebook right next to me
got so much (bleep) up (censored) inside my brain
bleeding questions kiss an empty bottle of windex with a dead brown recluse in it
answers like hollow confusion stab the musical crickets till absolute silence
then again, there no need for such violence....for me....i am all....used....up....
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.