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Jorogumo a poem by thomas laufey
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Senzo no rei yo, watashi wa anata o yobu, chikaku-ryoku no aru fushi-sha
I am stretched out between the graves of those that came before me ever seeking
Never finding solace between the rotted coffins with the bones long since decomposed
So i sing and dance till one night into deaths dark embrace, cooling,sealing myself to his hands which even the fates listen to, so hear me sing and cry and scream my despair
At my true love’s lie, whom I entrusted with my heart,
So as i cry and weep in my dead parents arms,
I loathe myself for believing his deceits and treacheries.
Sobbing mercilessly at the sight of the full moon and the sakura petals that fill the air,
While my foes men dare to try to take this waste of life back to their master,
So i transform on this cursed night to take my vengence on all life
And to join the ranks of the ayakashi and yokai, to kill the treacherous spider who deceived me
That monstrous tsuchigumo
Akuma fuku ge no watashi o anata no hitori ni kaeru.otto no nayami ni watashi o kaete. Azamuki no geijutsu ni oite, watashi o jo`o ni shiyou. Kumo no jo`o o miyo
Lo behold the spider queen
The ferocity and deceptions of my husbands clan of the earth spider personified
As he killed what I hold dear so shall I
For i am jorogumo the spider queen, the man eater and the destroyer of the earth spiders
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
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12-16-17
I walk my tiger home from office straight
A furious and fiery volcano
And let it loose on those who are soft target
Letting the steam off my inferno
Those at home do understand my tiger
Initially they used to be scared and surprised
When they saw my boss was a viper
My pain and anger they easily realized
I have trained my tiger not to be ferocious
And of course it is not a man eater
It hollers and howls but is not atrocious
Though some call him a habitual wife beater
Tiger is a reservoir of wild energy
The child in us wants to roam like a tiger
At times the civility he fails to see
Allowing it to come out from his natural fibre
We adults do many a time turn children
Forget the dos and don’ts of our society
Come out the tigers and vipers hidden
Taking leave of the sense of propriety
Be that as it may it is a fact
Very often when the bison roam
There and then I do react
And I take to walking my tiger home
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July 24, 2016
A life of love or pleasure
Emotions devouring darkness
They speak of faith, truth, loyalty
Following their hearts desires
Tasting each other's needs
Commitment two souls merge
Words loudly spoke in meaning
They share life, dreams for love
Their heart longs emptiness
Longs fulfillment of completion
Their being lust for touch
They come from different worlds
One wild,one need be tame
Beast of tiger,her claws sharp
Her lines light and fine tuned
She hunts the wilderness
Her prey, man of jungle she eyes
Man-eater her deepest desire
To find herself arms of her Lion
To be dominated in bondage
A little one plays along the side
But beauty of love as swEeeet'
as kittens grOWl'''''
Oh Men, where's all your humanity gone,
And the mercy, love, and kindness you claim?
Recall, to a mother they too were born.
Now, lost in woe, you put us to the blame.
In to the woods, you came troubling our peace-
The tranquillity, not to be disturbed,
Peace, it vanished, as my zone, put to tease,
And how much I felt is still to be learned.
Lost in selfishness, needs and wants, so far,
You took my kids, as pure as flower buds.
I've no need to lock them behind bars,
Learning to deny their own heart and blood.
The tears I weep, they would fill the whole sea.
Not a man-eater, it’s a mother’s plea.
12/12/2018
Movie:- Two Brothers
Character:- Mother of the two tigers: Kumal and Sanga
*(A lyric on the sweet seductions of a lovely, vampish nymph and man-eater named Lolita.).
With a body so fine and rare
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both sleek and fair;
and lovely in her fine, smooth flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
and deft and not so innocent
(and with her hands and unchaste mind),
she unzips my rising discontent.
She pleasures me: I nigh go blind
(as her deftness makes me potent).
With focus and seductive powers
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and spirit whole.
And in minutes, not even hours,
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
I hate cancer
I hate what it does to people
Cancer eat away the flesh of men, making them skull before their deaths
When will we find a cure for this man eater
I saw my friend lose her hair
I saw my friend in pain
I couldn't have recognized her she was skin and bones, before she die
Another GOOD BYE
When will, this cure be found
I hate cancer
I saw a child of five die in his mother's arms
He had no colour, her tears rained like a stormy weather
I could see her whispering loudly..." GOOD BYE MY BABY" the sound echoed in my soul …GOOD BYE…so tired to hear that...another GOOD BYE
When will cancer end...we need to find a cure
I hate cancer
Now I see my friend Mary fighting back, she’s not letting cancer win
She’s fighting back for her life
Cancer not winning, not this time... there is no GOOD BYE ...not this time
Cancer will not win
The Wispy Spirit Waited
He was sucked into the nasty Australian air
purifier in the living room of 67 Oak Street, Elmwood. To him, that wasn’t at all fair!
For Halloween night,
he’d planned to haunt the furrowed asleep.
In the filter, with not much sight,
he moaned, ‘I should’ve entered with a creep.
I should've gone through the bathroom window
or maybe through the bedroom window!'
So, he waited and waited
and waited.
He couldn’t move a metre
He couldn’t move a centimetre.
A week later, the owner emptied the filter out the
window, and the spirit went into the
mouth of a man-eater
who was a wife cheater.
Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)
Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend.
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.
An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.
Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets.
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.
Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.
Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.
Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.
You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!
by;pd
"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKP9aaFkEEQ
Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo
Slapstick comedians, you all must know
But there are three circus clowns
Who create mayhem and frowns
The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo
Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader
Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter
Talking like he's really cool
But people laughed at the fool
Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater'
Hairy can be a bear when in pursuit
Got his name from being very hirsute
He was threatened with a shave
If he refused to behave
He bit off his tongue and now is a mute
Sad has become the life of flunky Schmo
He feeds peanuts to monkeys in the show
Since he lost his two friends
Finds himself at loose ends
Three circus clowns; each one was a bozo