Searches are common.
God knows what they’re looking for!
Mary-Anna? (we are unisex)
£-s-d? (sorry, we’re all broke)
A sharp wit? (every one here has arrested development)
What do they search for so intimately?
They searched me today.
All they found
was this poem.
buttons on the right
tails tucked in tight
button down pockets
worn under a suit
can be starched and pressed
distinct male scent
PJs or formal
unisex
permanent press
shirt tail
plaid or stripes
sleeves with cuffs
buttons
collar
shirt
She's so wise and courageous
She's so contagious
She's not everyone's type
She's good and bad
Depends on how you ride
Stay on the tide
She takes no bribe, even if you're her tribe.
She's a God sent
With nice cents
Like she burns insects
She wears unisex
Never urge for sex
She's offset
Don't upset her.
She conscious
She never reap
Where she didn't sow
Even when she's capable
She despise oppression
Whosoever comes in contact with her
Becomes obsessed with her.
Walking in the local YMCA
Onyx sneakers ready to slay
Reality red I’ll workout today
Kinda teal tired still I will stay
On the bike and lifting weights
Unisex rooms everyone is great
Thigh muscles cry get in shape
We should have seen it coming
with the advent of unisex
and exploitation movies with
females as sex objects
But we were blind as bats to
the elites' manipulations
So, now we pay the price
~ freedom's cancellation
I unloved you for years.
We became friends in a dream - in your dream.
My actual life, awake or sleeping,
loved the way we plundered the flesh
of a hundred shared passions, the way we exchanged erotica
like unisex garments.
I am honeycombed, riddled by all those unloved times,
yet I love them, and you now. We were ghosts
in blind eyes, obsessed with crippling raptures.
Love was a promenade roadkill, now its specter binds me
to old love songs never sung.
“Omnipresent”
Omnipresent hue
the shimmering observes you
from its sky of blue
seats the watching I
synchronicity arrives in silence
shot through a gold marble
electric slips the dream
burning lazy idols
synchronicity arrives in silence
omnipresent
unisex in
flared genes
persuasively calm
benevolently
Ultraviolet
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Hemisphere Mother (Moby-Strata)/ XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/Vm3T_ernNwk
Why I Will Always Be Alone
emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with potent fire, aflame with thought another intracranial aneurysm; ganglion carbuncle inflamed headache tonight lying down before taking a pill. Open then heavily anchored, closed roped in thick tresses bountiful poppy opium smoke. Once was alive then metamorphosised a unisex transmutation: sod-asexual changeling.Come here lick me uplift me load me with your woes want to drink from your mouth a sup sip so succulent splaying my for you to suck into from, rape me with your love take it all leave now me with nothing at all, a lonesome child.***** Majora two cutaneous folds that extend downward from the mons pubis-+ Pussy — kiss me dead.
So very true, both color and
fashion,
Mix like a cocktail in
an intoxicating distraction.
Have you even compared the
beauty of a peacock to a wren?
I've seen young, gorgeous women,
dressed like old hens.
Terrified to wear anything that's
colorful and sparkles.
Instead, they dress with the finesse
of Chancellor Merkel!
Even Queen Elizabeth is aged yet quite
charming.
But today's young women in sweat clothes..
quite alarming.
You can tell, I am far from a
unisex gal.
God created us to be colorful~
not a twin of our favorite pet gerbil!
September 5, 2020
2:15pm PST
Now is the winner of our disco tent comp
Maids glorious shimmer by
This sun on my Yorkie
Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house
In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried
Our brows found with sweated wreaths;
Our boozed arms
hands up for chocolate moments
Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police
Our wayward marches due to delightful measures.
Grim has got his visa
The aged war has smoothed
And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds
Too light the soles of playful sand shoes
He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber
To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop
Have no shape for sport or tricks
Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last
I am that rude
Stamping on your majestic Magnum
To strut before
What you wan't man
I will cut that tail
Fair is my complexion
Cheated by the creature
Breaking is my nature
Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop
Breathing on this world, scared
your mind made up,
So tamely and in fashionably time
Take a step past my dogs that bark
It may be your last
Now is the winner of our disco tent comp
Maids glorious shimmer by
This sun on my Yorkie
Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house
In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried
Our brows found with sweated wreaths;
Our boozed arms
hands up for chocolate moments
Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police
Our wayward marches due to delightful measures.
Grim has got his visa
The aged war has smoothed
And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds
Too light the soles of playful sand shoes
He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber
To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop
Have no shape for sport or tricks
Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last
I am that rude
Stamping on your majestic Magnum
To strut before
What you wan't man
I will cut that tail
Fair is my complexion
Cheated by the creature
Breaking is my nature
Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop
Breathing on this world, scared
your mind made up,
So tamely and in fashionably time
Take a step past my dogs that bark
It may be your last
He wore his big gaudy oversize rolex
Chewing on some tex-mex with his ex
Forever flipping through his rolodex
On the phone with gents and rednecks
He’d invite his clientele to a fashion vortex
On the main floor of his triplex
Where he sold suits in the annex
And quality unisex turtlenecks
In exchange for cash and cheques
When he’d run out he’d offer rainchecks
Or start showing off some fancy crewnecks
Everything to get noticed at discotheques
AP: 3rd place 2021
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z
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