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COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i'm sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it's knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips - un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
:: 11.11.2021 ::
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE
Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place.
MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ******
A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood.
To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bringing it near.
Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care.
Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva.
This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be.
This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen.
This in a photo - this day - caught my eye.
B. J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009
i
when the sun is erotic
and the moon lyric
the winds turn tempestuous
in the orbit of love
legs slide by calls of nature
ii
you and I alive
in cold winter night feeling
warmth of your body
through erect nipples
after days of abstinence
iii
before the foamy
water could sting her vulva
a jelly fish passed
through the crotch making her shy—
the sea whispered a new song
iv
swirling spiral
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory:
I breathe fire in the dance
forgetting bends and twists
v
when I wanted to change
seats my friend said she can
only if the door’s locked
the light out and her mom
in another city
vi
when I have no home
I seek refuge in the cage
of your heart and close
my eyes to see with your nipples
the tree that cared to save from sun
vii
the smile you weave splits
the sun I lose my direction
in clouds that cover
the banks darkening the white
of the lake moon kissed
(From: my collection of poems Sense and Silence: Collected Poems
(Jaipur: Yking Books, 2010, pp. 200-201)
viii
love’s spirit descends
and melds into her body
lending it new life:
I’m amazed how the unknown
becomes one with her beauty
I need your ultra desperation
your ultra conflagration of love making exhilaration,
I want your ultra shout and pout
give me your slap attack
the amber of your abuse, the saffron of your emotions,
I crave the playful plenitude of your ultra uppidy attitude,
you let me experience hyperventilation at your disappearance
then inflation of euphoria in my Heart's utopia by your reappearance,
I want to know your ultra sadness
that song you share with the twilight of despair,
your ultra madness, your vortex of female complex,
I desire your hot and haunted psychology
your genius of ultra ingenuity, the pulp of your passion,
sometimes you love me most when you hurt me
a pathology of love cut sympathy that I can handle best,
earning the ultra soft surface of your pillowed chest
where I can rest the weight of iron soul, and slumber at your behest,
I want the whip of your hips and the sip of your lips,
I want the pleasure plethora of your ultra vulva
to access the pagoda of your sexual yoga
to concoct in you the froth of organic soda,
I want your Gospels and Revelations
the Path and the Wrath, your cross of ultra conquest
the morning of your ultimate ascendance
the midnight of your ravishing bite
the bounty of your breast and the burn of your brimstone
give me the lyric of your ultra breath,
your ultra love keeps me alive!
J.A.B.
From within - all life come to light .
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE
Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place .
MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ****** .
A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood .
To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bring it near .
Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care .
Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva .
This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be .
This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go,
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse, of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen .
This in a photo - this day - caught my eye .
B.J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009
In the narrow gorge of the Pusa River, in Toledo
Ana Venero waited for me, legs spread wide
Showing me that throat of her vulva
A waist a yard and a half wide
All covered in hair
As well as her rear end.
When I approached her
With my erect
Which measured as much as my wrist
A quarter and a half
I didn't notice a thing
Where it went in because of the hair
Because I took it by the hand
Without knowing where it was leading.
It didn't lead me to her mouth
Or to ejaculate between her breasts.
I was horny for a woman
And I lifted her towards me with great force
As if I were lifting a load of firewood.
She, waking me from my dream
Entered into conversation:
-Serrano, this bud of yours is a very good thing.
And those colostrum that it releases
Adorn my colon and the sky of my very much.
So much so that even the Fallopian tubes were gurgling
Without anyone touching them.
I laughed my head off
While I came inside her.
I started pulling my out from I don't know where
Until she told me
That it looked dead.
-My dear mountain man of my
Don't let it die," she said scaring me.
Then I said to her:
"Please, Ana Venero
Tell me how many bears and dragons have passed
Through your pot and your final hole
Because I've entered you
Like Mate the greyhound in his mate.
-Look," she replied, pointing to her :
Through this carnal sphere
Important people have passed:
Nobles and commoners
Fathers with their illiterate children
Carters and bullfighters
Constables and mayors
And the ones I remember best, who are:
Lazarillo de Tormes
Don Quixote from La Mancha
Calixto, the one from Melibea's story
The Bogeyman
The pedophile priest of Ronchal
And even a very filthy fellow
Who liked the blood from my period
And they called him 'poor Count Dracula
They all left happy
Enjoying themselves immensely
Because they all told me
When they finished ing me:
-Now, Ana Venero, may God rest in peace
Because we've had our fill
With that hairy cake of yours of glory.
As I walked away from her
She shouted at me:
Come back, mountain man, come back!
Come back for the condoms you haven't used!
They're such pretty colors!
It's a shame to lose them.
Turning back to her I shouted:
-I don't care about them, Ana Venero.
Do whatever you want with them.
Now my hands buried
In my pant, my hair all mated
Resting on my warm:
In the back of my head
"The vulva is an altar, and the pubic hairs are the flames upon the altar."(quote)
resting on my warm...was your imaginary hands,
Your notification startles me
A cold bed, noisy neighbors
And all I want is you.....
You are my one and only desire,
I crave your body, your soul
Your heart, and your only yours(quotes)
July 8th, 2022, I fly over the cuckoo’s nest
Here I am today with you feeding my addiction
this admiration without love is the fruit of reflection
Your values, my custom, and my abilities to comprehend:
One day you will search through the lonely earth for me,
However, would I be there,
Would I at the moment in time care?
My library card is overdue/ or it my libido (??
Don’t make me beg, don’t make me cheat
My friends said to me,
The sweetest lips deserve a kiss
But whom am I to ask for this (quote)Pj.)
My true confession of a low sX.s .s drive, chick.
This place, this time, this way
Oh, that place
It’s just where one feed the wind.
Walking to the river
The lover girl with eyes and heart in center
Her body with smoke and desire
Goes to find one place where she
And her lover friend stopped on the banks.
The Sun has its tide home going
Flashing the light thru the bush
Over the stream.
Love is on the same line of the river
And their Love is like a wheel.
She dreams with the only man to snore
A comfortable life.
Probably not?
She laughs at first looking for lover friend
Suddenly realizing his freedom only
Thinking to fall in Love
Toy with divertice
Even if he did blow over just being able
To pick up and come.
-Man, presence/absence
Is what makes this place so tolerable?
With my man I wll not be lonely
I will sense no mistake.
She feels her lover friend behind her
With a smile wider than his bronzed face
Saying:
-Pretty, do You want to dance with me?
The Lovers pretty much
On their own into the shrubs:
The space of Love here¡
Translucency privileged to see
The union of sky and earth
Because they lived at the edge of Love:
Boy traveling her openness
In his girl venture now
She saying to plant a flower in her patio
And he saying then throw that check away
Lady “because I want to seal yr urn”.
-Love me, sir¡ she exclaimed.
Love exploded with them
Saying She:
Our bodies producing two flowers
And only together do we form a whole
He:
We feel in Love with these pieces
Of sky and earth
Let us hear the pure light
Shining steady thru the Vulva
Opened for FireFlower
And be content.
She:
Love has gotten us
Into this Ecstasy.
THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:
"I don't care -- I(can't
)won't so go away go away
--> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
-->so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.
Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.
Don't walk upon my Soul *****
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: "yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes" I wasn't once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.
:: 11-04-2017 ::