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Premium Member Oh Sweet Mystery

Said Earth's Oceanic Therapist
to Heaven's Meditation Master,

Silent,
aparting meditation
naturally exhales
toward inhaling wet green co-passion
dipolar communions
following appositive surfing inquisitions 
of courageously resilient undercurrents 
turbulantly co-arising curiosity.

Wanting,
needing,
craving an orgiastic climax
bilateral
dipolar warm and welcome baptizing

Without first give and taking turns
active working,
listening and speaking
nonviolent foreplay 
co-passioning cooperative intent,

Is like going to church,
singing Bach's Alleluia Chorus
before getting back into our aparting cars
and trucks,
trains and planes,
ready for another exhaustive
extractive
sexless secular week
of win/lose devolutionary 
impotent weakness,

Sang Earth's sex therapist
to Heaven's green communion liturgist.


Conceived In Sin -

Conceived In Sin - 
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)

Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ

off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth  intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome

braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually

continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift

and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,

especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick 
within secrete slit.
Form: Bio

Legal ***********

Legal *********** 

  The young man had the ability to get an ********
on demand, but to do this he had no sex life, as he had to save
his ability, but went around with constant lust
At the drawing class for ladies, the door was locked to protect
their blushes as they tried to draw a nude body with a creation
A lady - in a trance- got up an touched the man`s member,
once, twice, trice and he ejaculated all over her face, the hounds
of *********** broke down the door and ate the woman`s head.
blood on the floor and an orgiastic copulation; on the You-Tube
it was viewed one million times.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Exhortations Against Ole Saint Nick

the (better late than never) 
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick

treasured untold shenanigans of Santa, 

his elves and reindeer discovered only 

by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 

did I manage to worm winning the trust

among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,

would never breach scandalous

tidbits, into an underground impregnable

air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue

tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer

me hermetically sealed, 

which crawl space required me to hunker

sound (cloud) proof bunker

while ensconced (security detail munchkins,

who just so happened tubby *****

minded entrance portal)

only after getting the thumb up signal,

whereat nose pies planted

espionage surveillance devices

the chief head honcho and attendants,

Smoky and the bandits respectively,

magically, and handily did appear

and despite one hundred percent bug-free, 

a whispered stance opted just to make sure 

no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear

plus every participant swore an oath, cuz

any leaked real or “FAKE” information,

would spell imminent demise to be near

the upshot, sans grave emergency

describing clandestine arraignment

involving some rogue elf 

(most likely at least two),

and a misbehaving reindeer

(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),

plus this entire kit and caboodle

necessary to help Saint Nick

got wind, (and subsequently reined in)

a rave party with orgiastic

sex, drugs and rock and roll

that a band-aided elf(ves)

laced with Pepper Minstix 

(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)

sullied pure as the driven snow repute,

when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)

detected snorting cocaine

codenamed Alabaster Snowball, while additionally

besmirching her virginity via coital cavorting

amidst a Bushy Evergreen

shaking as if frenzied

with feverish boogie woogie flu

which seductive, prurient,

and master baiter friend zeed

(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree

which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation

as substance abusers,

and sex offenders if not worse.

Gamut of History Spans Everyday Life

Analogous, how said month name
     September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
     steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
     awash with torment,
where most twenty
     first century mortals
     oblivious to such lawlessness

     wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
     daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
     employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
     earnings them niggardly pay
     for meager nourishment,

there would be negligible
     leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
     such esoteric rubric
     as preponderance of
     ancient civilizations set precedence
     contributing to present
     without passing judgement

if in fact possessing
     aggressive curiosity hellbent
     interest and/or acutely fervent
     trenchant awareness linkedin
     with what human engineered,
     sans preceding millennial development
     events came about
     to bring the here

     and now space/
     time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
     conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
     would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
     interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during

     this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
     nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
     treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian

     (distilled from ancient Egypt,
     classical Greece, enlightened Rome
     peoples played primitive organs 
     (viz, sax and violins) out across
     the then world wide web
     wrought permanent pressed

     customs within part
     ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated 
     millenniums later, and also asper
     among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.


The Better Late Than Never Free Admission Confessio

...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue 

tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer 
me hermetically sealed, 
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker

while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal, 

whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants, 
Smoky and the bandits respectively,

magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free, 
a whispered stance opted just to make sure 
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear

plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency

describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf 
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer

(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)

a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves) hest 
laced with Pepper Minstix 

(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine

codenamed Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied with feverish boogie woogie flu

which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
Form:

Premium Member Peak Experiences

Back in late pre-millennial times
of lava lamps
and Rolling Stones,
many searched for peak experiences,
in response to valley depressences
repressed
suppressed,
rather than panoramic,
even revolutionary,
resonant and resilient impressions.

Peak experiences were,
and still are,
I am told by those who've had them,
personal,
individualistic,
or possibly dyadic climaxes,
but probably not orgiastic,
which is more of a swarming bee thing
co-spastic
if I accurately follow their pollination story
through its peaks and valleys.

Abraham Maslow talked
and wrote
about climbing a hierarchy of sensory needs,
from survival attachment
up to thrival
growing toward a more interdependently accessible peak
and descending for a more independent survival battle
to return to more cooperative peak health experiences
of left brain articulating thought
and right brain consciousness
of up and down
valley repression 
and mountainous impression
feelings.

Now in post-millennial times,
pathology has become a climatic
traumatic
despairing experience of climate anxiety,
prompting new internal/external searches
for ways to optimize globally resilient peak experience.

For this,
we need the miraculous mysterious mysticism
of cooperative win/win integrity
in-between and among all ecological living relationships
sailing up and down river systems
and across mountain forests
and through all creatures and creations,
lovers and healthy loved,
rhetorical lived events 
and historical reflective advents

Tipping between yesterday and tomorrow
resonantly lived
ego peak safely and yet freely eco-valleyed
spiritual health 
within flowing messianic times
of natural wealth.

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