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And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct
He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---
I become a mission and the drives of millennium channeled int to this moment and billions of moments identical to this before it.., is setting the pace that clinks along like a metronome
As have a million Eyes watched a female click down the road her feet a rhythmic mechanical drum
tick tick tick
A vibration smelt and reverberated in the viscous pulse of multitudes
He sees the valleys and crevices rolling hills and wide plains of my flesh an eternity in the warmth of my flesh he feels all the past and his future rush before him like a vast expanse of space
He creates a home in my eyes an eternity in my thighs
color waves lengths I cannot see but know they exist spread over and through us as we perpetuate
The bees see flowers in patterns and hone in like the drone bees buzzing and humming buzz buzz buzzing along slipping down into the cloying throat of a damp flower..
Steadily carrying out tasks that necessitates the survival of their species
The eye of I drinks in the scene greedily faster it seems than the excitation the pudendal nerve sensory lets my conscious in on the little secret
I am mastered
We conspire with nature, we obey, we endure
And trillions of molecules cascades in to beauteous acts of life...
Mommy and Daddy drove out to get their new baby n a winter storm
They were on the road for an hour because there was ice on the road.
We did not know if we were getting a brother, a sister, or a puppy.
Grandpa had suggested puppy; we were stuck on this idea actually.
They came home from the hospital on a much nicer day.
Daddy was carrying a baby wrapped in a blue and white blanket.
You have a new baby brother, they told us.
My identical twin and I fought over him at first.
Catlike mewing and whining got to me. I decided she could have him.
He had curls and fat cheeks and said funny things when he turned two.
He was the most amazing wonderful creature in the world then.
At three he was getting into our things and messing up our room.
I was ready to trade him for a puppy, snow cone, barrette or a dime.
At five he got his first bike. At twelve, my twin and I got our first bike.
I said it was not fair,, but he was a “boy”, so our father thought it was.
At nineteen I had a new baby; my brother came over a lot to see her.
At eleven, he loved her – carrying her around, feeding her the bottle.
He rode his bike to my house every day in the summer to see her.
This is when I got to know him and got close to him for the first time.
I recognized his sweetness and his giving nature,
and I was proud he was my brother.
My malamute-German Shepherd puppy Buddy was glad to see my twin sis.
He jumped from couch to recliner to couch, wagging his tail in pure joy.
When he flew into the second couch, it scooted three feet into the kitchen.
His head went back and forth as Carolyn and I talked and laughed.
We are identical, and he was thrilled!
Two MOMMIES!!!!!!!! WHAT?
He was super delighted.
He ran past me so hard to twirl in a circle, I think he bruised my knee.
He finally settled down on a glider next to my sister.
I know she does not like animals of any kind. They “smell”.
He settled down swiftly, putting his head across her legs.
He licked her hand.
She laughed.
It was then that I stopped holding my breath.
Buddy was in love!
my identical twin and I surprised our cousin this weekend
We have not laughed this hard in years
She was totally astounded
We had not seen her since she was sixty-five
She turned seventy-two the day we surprised her
We turned into twelve-year-old girls when we saw her
She turned into an eleven-year-old
she is a year younger than we are
We reminisced and laughed and loved being together.
It was astoundingly wonderful.
My twin and I had both sent her presents early.
She had no idea, which made it more special.
I had a blast painting a cartoon for her.
I am a cartoonist who paints in acrylics.
It was a cartoon of my twin and I holding her up high in the air.
My twin said she could not stop laughing every time she looked at it.
She said “you made Lou look like a boy!”
Lou aka Louise is our cousin, who always looks like a boy.
Best time ever!
I used to be draped with jewelry
Rubies and sapphires, emeralds and diamonds
Coins piled under my feet, yet I felt empty
Though I cradled the economy in my arms
You gifted me sorts of silver and gold
Society shoved them back, called them 'different'
Held their sword to my neck and had me sort
Bead by bead, pearl by pearl, string by string
In my heart, I felt a deep depression
Forming along the very center
How could the opposites of the same spectrum
Ever blend to form a vibrant color?
Money doesn't make a very excellent tissue
It never absorbed my tears
Or held me close with an iron grip
Like the gold to my silver always did
Divided our society by genetic code
"How much melanin?" became the hottest slang
But underneath our skin, we felt the very same
We all loved, felt, cried, and laughed
When our fingers brushed, they formed artwork
It was bold and mediocre, modern and classical
But the gallery threw it in their bonfire
Because our paints were different colors
Our strokes were identical, unlike the creation
But on this rough canvas we call civility
The darker the color, the worse the intention
Without a single look at the artist behind it
But after our hours spent blending our hearts
The very masterpiece arrived
Draped in soft blankets, skin of soft clouds
Our ultimate gift, the grand supreme prize
A little girl, heart half and half
My days were filled with limp lifts of your hands,
each a tear steeped in lost compassion.
You made me swim in a cold, clammy sea of sorrow~
and shaped me into a voiceless, motionless
s c u l p t u r e.
My cries were your joy~
your face and the devil’s wore identical masks.
Your indifference became a disease
to my heart, soul, and mind...
and you dimmed the r a g i n g f i r e of love
once emblazoned on my spirit.
"When yesterdays become devoid of compassion."
You wished me ceaseless tears.
You filled your heart with whatever floated your boats~
and most of what you swam with was worse than hatred~
yours are I n d i f f e r e n c e and n e g l e c t.
I knocked on psychiatrists' doors~
only to find them latched behind,
walls unspoken like the ones you built.
I tried to smoke, to numb my mind~
but thoughts were too heavy, too thick to lift.
Even alcohol grew placid on my tongue~
its burn too dull to matter.
Thank God I met Jesus~
on my wounds, He rubbed a healing balm,
His sunshine blossomed as treasure in my chest.
In the rubble of devastation, I found your love again.
But what am I supposed to do with it now?
Only that I am now made fearless, tearless..
by His
s c r I p t u r e.
.....might have been the Did not see the other identical twin
it..............................the other one.
no love would have this heart
Always thought i would make a good
wait good is that right word anyway
good serial killer
you know
unusual m.o.
not the skin boiling in a pan one
or the skin wearers
Have a point to the murders
you know somehow part of the bigger
Picture my darkest thought
Just stop and think about it
what to do when the pain is so
Number and number
pick an number between three
Reality slit my throat
on my blood it chokes
skeptic of my septic
Nature burns and drops
Nations are forgot
The end is nigh
wonder if God gets a serial killer
Hi sorry sometimes i wander
So serial killer name Freddys been done
Jason somewhat over i don;t think he knows it
Bundy, Dhalmer, The green lantern
Jack even his name has softened
on ripping satin
I'd go with a classic
Like Prince
I quite like Shadows touch
Would would yours be?
teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping; ours were about fashion.
we all wanted to grow up and become Sally Field or Tina Turner.
the Beatles shocked our parents on the Ed Sullivan Show.
folk singer mama cass’s voice and looks were known to all of us.
we were listening to the Beach Boys sing about California girls.
Los Angeles teen movie stars showed off mop-tops and Twiggy cuts.
daisies and yellow happy faces were sprinkled lavishly throughout.
subtle hints were showing us what to wear.
hip huggers and bell bottoms were in; plaids were out.
teen Magazine teamed up with Dick Clark’s American Bandstand.
together they taught us a bunch of dance moves.
the Loco-motion, watusi and smashed potato to name three.
our super models were Twiggy and we loved Sonny and Cher.
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now we knew how to dress, how to dance and what to eat.
our favorite teens were advertising things we needed to be groovy.
we were eager to follow their lead, not having our own identity yet.
In the fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties and nineties
we would have never seen a TV commercial immediately repeated
It is a strange thing to see, back-to-back identical commercials.
The first time I noted this I thought someone would be fired.
But I am seeing it more often, so I decided to record how often.
Last night I made a little list.
car insurance commercial
repeated
treatment for schizophrenia
repeated
chocolate bar commercial
football commercial
car insurance commercial
repeated
treatment for schizophrenia
repeated
I think immediate repetition of a commercial is weird.
Am I the only one to think someone should be fired?
In the heart, something ungoverned hums beneath the language of reason.
In the heart, feeling refuses names, slipping past definition like light through unclosed curtains.
In the heart, grief softens into a quiet weight, mistaken for emptiness by those who have not held it.
In the heart, desire grows in secret, wild and unchecked, asking for nothing it can justify.
In the heart, memory rearranges itself, a gallery where nothing hangs where it once did.
In the heart, words arrive too late,
Already inadequate to what they attempt to contain.
In the heart, we learn attachment not as theory, but as ache.
In the heart, pleasure leans too closely to pain, the two speaking in nearly identical voices.
In the heart, thought turns inward, questioning itself until meaning frays.
In the heart, the body remembers what the mind abandons.
In the heart, the self flickers, uncertain, unfinished.
In the heart, shame settles deep, unnamed but always understood.
In the heart, time stretches under sorrow, each moment lingering past its welcome.
In the heart, love becomes too many things at once: devotion, hunger, illusion.
In the heart, fear redraws the world in harsher lines.
In the heart, clarity becomes cold, almost cruel in its honesty.
In the heart, hope remains anyway—small, unreasonable, alive.
In the heart, contradictions make a home beside one another.
In the heart, silence is full, not empty.
In the heart, everything is felt too deeply, until feeling disappears alltogether.