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Age Ain'T Nothing But a Woman, Ain'T Nothing But a Teddy Bear

Age ain't nothing but a woman, ain't nothing but a teddy bear
--a teddy bear that wears a frown and a skull cap
tin plated hooves cannot cease the evening doctrines of 
the schizophrenic mind
but what ails you the most is not the ailment but the advisory
of being disabled in the head
disabled of the mind...
yeah, life's not a picnic, nor a picnic basket
never has never will,
heh! Or has it?

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You Are the Only One That Matters, Matters At All

Different people, different aware
substitute Time for Maiden cares
I'm not so sure
I know
my heart

Depicting times all embrace my skin:
it's stony and hard and Earth-made Djinn
I've got no memories 
on the 
wall

But Time is for sure to know my heart:
it's gentle, it feels, and never parted ways with
me
again

For one thing for sure 
you know my Heart
It's gentle, it reaps, it's torn apart
that you'd be the one I'd own and hold 
the World right over now
Devil is me, and I am proud

For you are the answers in the Djinn
I've made some room for where I've been
For you are the only one that matters, matters
at all
For you are the only one that matters...matters 
at
all.

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Poseidon, the Magnificent Dreamer

Poseidon was a god who loved to Dream;
he, unlike his older brother Hades, and younger Brother Hesus, 
began to dream of the World of Oblivion

With his head held high and his bra strap held over his chest,
he would imagine and dream of mermen living under the Sea.

His pores would flatten and his pro maculate discord would ripen
He was, as I would believe, a Vestal Virgin whore, as he masturbates
with those who presume to know him from every angle like his brother, Hesus (Zeus') possession of the mythological, Gandymede and Osiris.

Oh, how many bottomless pits of the ocean did he fathom, did he fathom
Did he uproot, did he uproot?

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Movement of the Word, World

movement of the word "world"
a center of religion
I am its goddess, a goddess of redemption
peering over my soul bounty I see
what appears to be a pillar of Souls all
wrapped up into a spider web
I see many things In a quiet revolution
I write them down
I have never known a man or woman alive 
that could persevere me without being in renown
my "civil liberties" are to debate myself
to antagonize growth hormones, and flower
Like a rose petal, I see you through to the end
but like the goddess of forever, I am only a vixen-- a man, yet a woman
incarnate.

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Bugs Bunny As the Legendary Shuyin of Final Fantasy X-2

He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33
spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\
A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?"
He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/
a couple of downy llamas and a few more Pinesol, please
I was in Alice in Wonderland's Labyrinth with a bunny-RABBIT, ahem. Please//
His name was Bugs Bunny, that rascally rabbit. He suited up and wore his gauntlet grid and familiarized himself with his Virginian, er, um, Virginity?
He called himself Shuyin, from Final Fantasy X-2, and the added prequel came from me, the Author and the Narrator of the Story.

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Movement of the Word, World

movement of the word "world"
a center of religion
I am its goddess, a goddess of redemption
peering over my soul bounty I see
what appears to be a pillar of Souls all
wrapped up into a spider web
I see many things In quiet resolution
I write them down
I have never known a man nor woman alive 
that could perserverer me without being in reknown
my "cibil liberties" are to debate myself
to antagonize growth hormone, and flower
Like a rose petal, I see you through to the end
but like the goddess of forever, I am only a vixen-- a man, yet a woman
incarnate.

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Death of a Virgin

Death of a Virgin

I lost my virginity...to another woman, like myself. I am a Lesbian.
I cracked my knuckles as the prosecutor began to beam away from me.
I am a virgin whore.
Those thoughts continue to trickle down my mind. My husband was open.
He was an imaginary person in the about of a dream. My thoughts run rampant.
There is no time for folly; no time for clearance. My heart is sinking...and then...
I embrace her wet lips and begin to devour her bosom.
Her love was as strong as it was unwavering: the perfect vestal virgin suicide.
Like making love to a man but better, but not a dog, and yet, but not a ravenous
beast either...
I feel content here writing these words: the presuming words, presumptuous. As in,
pre-SUME. As in Virgin suicide. As in. Perfect harmony. As in, Virgin prostitution.

My walls are filled with love-making. I feel the cold warming up into splinters and it 
nips into each pasture like a dew of a dawn of a reindeer or a doe nipping at wintery
trees into the solstice after Springtime had just arrived.
The battering cold was predatorial, and masculine, as the artificial rod from which I was 
thinking simmered down into her and made her moan, fiercely.
I lick the remains like the jaws of a lioness after it kills its prey, constantly tasting its blood.
Its womb was worse, a virgin woman's, and I, its paternal partner.

How elaborate a thought this was. How to color a treat. To reconcile my ultimatum. Remaining
absonate, eternal.

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The Mourning of Dr Gero

Hideous..! he speaketh. His name was Abe of Jabob.
His tongue was black of Ivory
his skin as florescent as the new moon
Hideous..! he spaketh again, mocking the molden doll, Sally
His eyes curve wide in the threshold of his magnificence--jester?
Oh, no, no, no, no!!!!!
This is Ernest Cumminway, the legendary Jack Sparrow the Skellington's...cousin.
He was still living, living in a molt-town World, where dreams collide of parallel wings that jester you into the Obvious things
And what of his dreams? they dare awaken. Whereas Jack Skellington dares remove his Pumpkin-like skeleton head on that wintery, autumn night. For they live in a world that plays and preys on their sleeping Dreams...or at least it seems...a Sin... They was the fayth of Final Fantasy VII thru IX, amidst 11 and 12 deliver us to neigh.

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my feelings

My feelings are so pure and intense—they travel through time. They can be easily dispersed and dismissed as nothing by my schizophrenia, my illness. 

Can there be light? Yes, perhaps. These thoughts keep bothering me. After exercising, my head feels fuzzy. My throat is dry, craving a taste of sugar due to my Type II diabetes. I struggle to breathe when I sleep because of sleep apnea. 

My world is overwhelming! My feelings are so pure and intense—they travel through time. They can be easily dispersed and dismissed as nothing by my schizophrenia, my illness. 

Can there be light? Yes, perhaps.

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CUPID

Cupid

Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the Death of Man
Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the death of Men
Although Allah is bewildered, the Titans grow ever so near.
Lurking beneath Mercury's shoulders, is Cait Sith of Final Fantasy near.
My cat, Cloudy, is mid-portioned grey not black. A Cait Sith, perhaps? indeed, Cloudy...
Little Angel.
Cupid, you Devil!