i have been.....
sequestered into exile
the definition -
a kind...in absence
the limit of compassion -
.. left wanting
i have been.....
assessing the assessment
failing to achieve....
the substance...
the p
she has one of those orgasms
he said
he always gave her
[ as if she couldn't do it on her own ]
she's visible
to invisibility
the hunger
..... of his ghost
paradise of galilee
pomegranate garden
forest of grape green vine
anemones
and
lilies
garden redolent
with saffron coloured roses
black skinned woman of dusk
milk
and
honey
fragrant
henna adorns your wrists and ankles
green rue
gennesaret jewels
hair black satin
these adornments
your grape vines
she was the type of woman.....conducting
oral "easy as you please"
electricity
...after the daily swallowing
of
favorite small
forbidden poisons
fruit
risk
thrill
" i'm not good "
and adventure
" i'm not bad "
she was the type of woman...
".just like me "
does
the
new
moon
enter from the east.....
exit from the west.....
shall i find in drunken wanderings
the singing strains
of planets
in p
r
o
c how will it sound
e my leaving........
s
s o
i o O
o will it echo O o
we met briefly at the shore
sharing
our element water
he was a @ d ~ e ~ r
@ r @ i
@ s @ f @
u r (https://www.deviantart.com/r) @
~ ~~
and i ~ @ p @ s e ~ a d ~~
e~ e ~~ i ~~
d ~~ v
i have been.....
sequestered into exile
the definition -
a kind...in absence
the limit of compassion -
.. left wanting
i have been.....
assessing the assessment
failing to achieve....
the substance...
the p
she has one of those orgasms
he said
he always gave her
[ as if she couldn't do it on her own ]
she's visible
to invisibility
the hunger
..... of his ghost
paradise of galilee
pomegranate garden
forest of grape green vine
anemones
and
lilies
garden redolent
with saffron coloured roses
black skinned woman of dusk
milk
and
honey
fragrant
henna adorns your wrists and ankles
green rue
gennesaret jewels
hair black satin
these adornments
your grape vines
she was the type of woman.....conducting
oral "easy as you please"
electricity
...after the daily swallowing
of
favorite small
forbidden poisons
fruit
risk
thrill
" i'm not good "
and adventure
" i'm not bad "
she was the type of woman...
".just like me "
does
the
new
moon
enter from the east.....
exit from the west.....
shall i find in drunken wanderings
the singing strains
of planets
in p
r
o
c how will it sound
e my leaving........
s
s o
i o O
o will it echo O o
we met briefly at the shore
sharing
our element water
he was a @ d ~ e ~ r
@ r @ i
@ s @ f @
u r (https://www.deviantart.com/r) @
~ ~~
and i ~ @ p @ s e ~ a d ~~
e~ e ~~ i ~~
d ~~ v
Can I be enigmatic, relevant
as a tiny ball of fission in the dark art of nothing?
Can I pull up all the lures and rule this aching planet
by proxy, without fumbling in ugly desperation
like an old decrepit dictator
hiding from the throng?
Can I be a woman?
Mother or whore or star nursery run-away,
I'll peel away the subscripts;
Name me in your poetry
only
and I'll put a fiery end
to the tiresome frontier
of a hundred men.
Stone me in old testament fists, it won't matter;
I'll laugh and lantern myself in pink stockings and garter,
shocking with blush wounds,
frosting my doe eyes
in feather
blo
immeasurable consequence... by Maurya2, literature
Literature
immeasurable consequence...
the ground will fall away from our feet...
particles
dissolve
a radius
rotating
a geometrical shape
with a hole
black
implodes
crushed
wreakage from
heaven & earth
no remnant
but space
empty and invisible
a gateway
to perdition
modify
the rate of time flow
Favourite genre of music: it is ..what it is..at the time.. Favourite style of art: anything..and whatever..just happens when it happens.. Operating System: hell has no such fury.... Shell of choice: conch..you can blow them.. Favourite cartoon character: betty boop..patrick
Favourite Movies
sin city..betty blue..boxing helena..beneath the clouds..crack..
i don't have any idea what i meant about the title..but.. ...i want someone to hug..to touch..to feel..I am sick and tired of the jerks i meet..and it is not on purpose..i mean..well.. if you are friendley..i mean genuine..why do guys want to just ..the ones i meet..just want to..fuck/feel and grab..i have goten that i am almost a hermit in my place..i do not give out numbers..address.. i know for a good reason..but hell..and then i must/do want a fuck every now and then..but heaven's above..it has been 18 months..my therapist knows i feel well ambivilant[sp?]..but..i guess almost being murdered..bashed and suffocated until ..just by chnce ..
i am here..i wonder in my life..as well as wander..who am i..i try to be..but ...sorry ..don't seem able to finish this..i hurt but yet i heal myself..how amazing..this is ruth..as i speak..i am me..
i have not been able to totally articulate my thoughts..still striving with words..critiquing is a hard slog..i wish my body and soul could reflect the impact of your work..like the song 'wild thing' YOU MOVE ME!!