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Woman In Manland

Archetypal Crusader

Fairy-Tale-Like realities sometimes include
A fair damsel distressed and stagnated in place
Among manhood established as absolute law.
Naturally powerful women with chutzpah
Have begun self-deprogramming female disgrace
All women through old systems have wrongly accrued.

Those who set good example – the ones like Colette
Are prepared to make noteworthy accomplishments
In the fields of endeavor in life they’ve chosen.
Things are more difficult for women than for men
In the land where the man rules as woman resents.
Being tough like a man is a bitter asset.

Yet, Colette handles circumstances with finesse
And the grace of a woman with self-confidence.
She can be tough as nails on people she first meets.
Underneath the harshness a warm, gentle heart beats.
So, in time folks adjust and don’t take much offense.
Keeping both natures balanced leads to her success.

Transforming most antiquated systems to where
Your dreams are manifested is the thing you do
To the peak of perfection. There is such a thing.
It’s been in hibernation. Not waiting ‘til spring,
Time is now to take action in waves that are blue
And true to sacred principles most of us share.

Beauty And Grace

Artistically Confident

Providing muchly needed assistance, you choose
Assignments in which you can be at your darned best.
Spirited and attractive, you enlist allies
With your warm heart and confidence. Petite in size,
Conquering challenges is to you no contest.
You’ve been gifted by nature to charm and enthuse.

Your concern for appearance may be a bit much
But you make up for that by not being shallow.
Eager to impress you are the ones that you know
From loved ones to your colleagues. The cause of your glow
Is the love pouring through you. Indeed it does show.
Things become a lot better because of your touch.

With a taste for adventure, you take special pride
In the work that you’re doing. Your sense of duty
Is as strong as a soldier’s. The care that you take
Orchestrating your rescues is nothing to shake
Any stick at. Your courage others clearly see,
And they’re fully empowered with you as their guide.

So, you are quite a lady, as young as you are.
Royalty is your essence. In elegant style,
You’re a true superhero. The gift you bestow
Upon young human ladies is that they must go
For the freedom God gave them to voice their denial
Of sclerotic old systems that have gone too far.

Little Lady

Artistically Spirited

Most artistic and regal, this spirited one
Loves attention. In public she wants to be seen
As a poised and proud lady with special talents.
Her imagination gives her self-confidence.
She is destined in this way to some day be queen.
Emulating role models is easily done.

She may be somewhat prissy and like a spoiled brat
But we all have our issues. She’s not yet of age.
Tattling on her brothers when things don’t go her way
Makes good sense in the moment. It’s all but fair play.
Knowing how to win fights well, her charm she’ll engage.
She’s a super-sized package for one little cat.

A hopeless romantic and daydreamer at heart,
Frequently she is lost sighing deeply in thought.
She appears to be too carefree and danger prone
Since she’s had little practice standing on her own.
Rarely does anything really get her distraught.
With her head in the clouds she performs her best part.

Certain she can help you to show others you know
How wonderful you are is her magical gift
Offered to anyone who’s in need of esteem
The depletion of which is a horror extreme.
Relying on her ability to uplift
In the real world or fiction is the way to go.

Dispassionate Diva

The Woman Scorned

Realistic she is and romantic as well.
Her experiences revolve mostly around
The important relationships she must sustain.
Partnerships she will manage for maximum gain.
Difficult circumstances often get her down.
She’s contempt for most men, and it’s easy to tell.

Courage and ingenuity are her best traits.
She has myriad others, but these are the ones
Where her strength and her will have the right to evolve.
Confidence and resourcefulness help her to solve
The most intricate puzzles. Her intellect stuns
All but those who respect her as honor dictates.

Must she be so seductive, deceptive, and cross
To feel loved and supported? She knows that’s not so.
Worldly wise yet enchanting, devotion is hers
To the welfare of others and all that occurs
Among those whom she cares for. She’s able to grow
Through selfless exploration and sensing no loss.

Happy endings in real worlds are purposely rare
Because it’s a hard schoolhouse. The soul must expend
Large amounts of its energy simply to be
A well-functioning unit. On earth one can see
But finite possibility, so to pretend
Compliments understanding and reason to care.

Deuteragonist’s Destiny

Distressed Damsel Determined

Disadvantages come with advantages great.
Resolute and spontaneous I need to be.
Realizing ambitions is easy enough,
And with determination, life shall not be tough.
I’ll achieve what I’m after eventually.
Out of duty I operate, and it’s by fate.

I am bright like most women. Aesthetics for me
Is attunement to all of the beauty life holds
And to share that with others quite in my own way.
If someone tries to change me, I’ll mess with their day.
Courage I have to get through whatever unfolds.
Evoking it from others sets my spirit free.

Independent, rebellious… indeed, I’m headstrong.
Like my father, The Sultan, I must obligate
Too much of myself, but unlike him, I am free
From unjust and outdated laws made to keep me
An object in captivity to violate.
Unrestrained among others is where I belong.

Putting up with no nonsense, I know what is right
And what feels most appropriate to my welfare.
Too much sheltered life suffocates and leaves me weak.
What becomes of my selfhood if I’m to be meek
To the ills of tradition? I’m fully aware
Of my destiny’s calling. It’s well within sight.

Fairy Mother, The Queen

The Ideal of The Goddess

Antidotes to reality often are wild
When born out of frustration and utter despair.
Ever lethal the potency some would advise
In a world cursed by fear and the right to despise
To its full heart’s content. It’s a constant affair.
Others choose to revert to the mind of a child.

Someone wise and approachable yet pure of heart,
Who’s devoted and loving is quite a far leap
From a threshold uncertain beyond all belief
Into counter delusion to find some relief
From the ongoing nightmare where we are the sheep
To be counted, then slaughtered as we all take part.

 One’s reliance on fairies in times of great need…
Or the act of an angel to right what is wrong…
Or to come in an instant to save one from harm
Is a safety device when one senses alarm.
Leadership is like magic. It can be made strong
When its power is used well in thought, word, and deed.

Mother figures abundant the subconscious keeps.
When the center of focus from nurturance drifts
To distractions resulting from ultimate greed,
Then the cries of the family she can’t misread.
Empathy is one of woman’s most cherished gifts.
She knows well what an investment in kindness reaps.

Creative Centralization

Gathering the Harvest

Transmutation of fruits of experience past
Into realizations claims purpose like seed.
Eternal Creative Spirit Centered Within
Is fulfillment of consciousness. When to begin
A new cycle is always according to need
To repolarize energies caught in contrast.

New beginnings are cyclic. Each one that occurs
Is a part of the rhythm that everything makes.
The new order approaching is eagerly shared
By the tribe who are now more than fully prepared
To partake of the harvest. Excitement outbreaks
Shall erupt due to justice for our saboteurs.

Unsustainable cycles in time lose their strength
And will dampen completely when left to die out.
Ones that must be kept going are those that can grow
In the earth made abundant where freedom can flow.
Now, that milk-honey mixture does leave me some doubt.
It appears that it has much too great a wavelength.

 I’m not that big on dairy… but back to my point…
Those who share aspirations and see the same signs
Had begun joining forces toward something worthwhile
To ensure all return to a saner lifestyle
In a wholistic garden where spirit defines
The same care for our welfare nature does anoint.

Mutual Expectations

Loving Contracts

Duty and obligation like paradise feel
When the two made to oneness will soon become more.
Mutual Expectations are those, who, in love,
Have in complete contentment. They function above
All the chaos and drama because what’s in store
Is a new life to cherish. Their faith is ideal.

Sober and realistic, the structure maintained
Does require much in effort. It’s all for the good
Of the family unit. The labor she knows
Is the anchor upon which stability grows.
 Powerful is the essence of her motherhood.
Her profoundness of image is left unexplained.

Realness in the relationship comes at a cost
That becomes an investment enabled to grow
To the peak of maturity and far beyond.
There is no force on earth that can sever this bond.
Nuclear is the unity that the two know.
What they know now is sacred and cannot be lost.

Becoming more responsible, like breathing air,
In an unconscious manner, defines drudgery.
When pure freshness is drawn from the atmosphere made
From the love grown between them, to all is displayed
An alternative backdrop that others may be
Reinvested in living and loving to care.

Showing Off

Jewel of the Nile

Showing Off strength of leadership radiates charm
Throughout all the republic. Dispatching the news
Of a bright new beginning lifts everyone’s hearts
Except those blind to righteousness where freedom starts
And those still locked in fear with supremacist views.
Comes the day soon when they will no longer cause harm.

Alleluia! The Feminine is on the rise.
There can be no assurance that heaven has come
But at least much of hell will be put the hell out.
Fake women stand for bullshit. Their chauvinist shout
Is of whitewashed delusion as witnessed by some.
Being groped with full honors may open their eyes.

But true women are priceless if we value peace
And some semblance of fairness in all our affairs.
Intimate with the homestead and life’s basic needs,
Issues of most importance guides how woman leads
In a healthy society. Leadership cares
For the welfare of all and for worry’s release.

We could use a strong presence just right about now
In the form of a duo with lethal intent.
Both are fine superheroes. The woman will be
A formidable force for the public to see.
For the first time we’ll know what women represent
To wholesome evolution. To this I avow.

Innocence

Incorruptable Freedom

A young girl with a lamb on soft pillows of hay
Dressed in pink and blue jeans with a questioning smile
Is the purest of symbols of innocent grace.
In the nest of her destiny, giving embrace
To a friend of the same heart, time spent is worthwhile.
Culture benefits from watching children at play.

Many tests of existence may come. Well prepared
Is the one with support of the world at her back.
Need she worry the least about what is to come?
Or should she remain youthful and play somewhat dumb
Like the women who nurture her… People who lack
Ancient wisdom that long ago women once shared?

 Precious are the disciples whom we have ordained
In the midst of our interests and hopes and dreams
Of a better tomorrow for those living then.
Present times are what I pray won’t happen again.
Decency is the solvent to dissipate schemes
So that faith in a kinder world can be maintained.

There’s a strong bond between the young girl and the lamb.
Both indulge in simplicity. Nothing complex
Can the absence of strategy monopolize.
Honesty for its own sake does not win a prize.
Any other behavior no good one expects.
Knowing just how to be is to know who I am.

Resourcefulness And Patience

Demonstration of Masterful Control

When the need is to tame one’s vital energies,
The fulfillment of destiny is well in sight.
Truly aristocratic is one with complete
Dominion over wildness with power discrete.
Mastery of the ego is not done through might
But by wisdom of spirit with comfort and ease.

Pride exalted in status can have the effect
Of distracting the ego from what it must do
To maintain pure performance. Control can be lost
In the moment’s illusion and at severe cost
To the primary focus. Continuing through
Leaves onlookers suspicious in every respect.

Energy, when directed with firmness of touch
In a way most receptive and with kind intent,
Can produce, if by magic, behavior docile
In the wildest of beasts. Mystical is her style.
Unencumbered by rivalry, she will present
What the crowd wants to see. They’re enjoyment is much.

Fearless and most professional, risk is her game.
Skillfully it is managed, so safe is the play.
Seeming not much like work, she makes it look like fun.
Her spiritual prowess is second to none.
Archetypes of this type inherently portray
What it means to be female and honored by fame.

The Good Doctor

A Pillar of Society

One connected to earth’s energy is most wise
And a positive influence in people’s lives.
Her responsible nature comforts and protects.
Everyone whom she services love and respects
Her knowledge and benevolence. Each of us thrives.
Respect for Mother Nature she’ll always advise.

Keeping folk fit and healthy comes naturally
To the one who gives counsel. The warmth of her heart
Brings about inspiration to all in much need
Of a boost to the spirit. Her job is to lead.
No one can disagree that she plays well her part
In our world’s evolution. That’s easy to see.

Well-known in the community, she knows her place
Which is right at the center of all our affairs.
Striking up a good friendship with folk about town
Provides just the right medicine for one who’s down.
We appreciate greatly a doctor who cares
For the welfare of others with loving embrace.

There are some unsung heroes who like it that way.
They prefer not to be in the blinding starlight.
Rather they proceed casually and with pride
Among their local public. The Will To Provide
In the spirit of love makes one’s vision more bright.
Character is what good leaders often display.

Group Integration

Positive Teamwok

Inculcating the feeling of teamwork among
Everyone is the challenge. Ego is the ball
That must be driven upward to a focal point
Where a circle receives it. The effort is joint
In the use of their skill to present it as small
In the large social context defined by the young.

Interestingly symbolic is the ball game.
The formation of one group acting as a whole
Is a process organic. One consciousness trains
The competitive spirit. No ego remains
Except one integrated to reaching one goal –
That of showing the world that we all are the same.

Cultural is emotional. More receptive
To the social collective and forces therein,
Girls appear more lighthearted and in it for fun.
There are rarely hard feelings when playing is done.
And no matter the victor both teams score the win.
They’re a stunning example of how we should live.

There’s no ‘life or death’ struggle. Of course there are those
Who would be the exception. Goodwill among friends
Cultivates a new truth. Glory can be time-shared.
Wholesome codes of behavior keep them well prepared.
If the team has key players, make them the team lens.
Character is the essence sorority shows.

Mothers Of Civilization

Infinite Mother

What is known as heretical is to believe
In reality rather than male fairy tales.
Temples, churches, and synagogues lead all astray
By insisting that women have weak roles to play
In the scheme of existence. The fiction prevails.
We know not of divinity so we deceive.

Revenge served through deception for eons of years
Is the wave of oppression transmitted worldwide.
When programmed not to question the slightest of bull,
Consciousness on the large scale is injected full
Of contempt for the feminine to boost male pride.
Threats of psychic damnation exacerbate fears.

 Man emerges from woman and not the reverse.
Holy books are a menace to natural law
And perverse in their imagery. Faith that is blind
Is the hostage of sanity and when combined
With the need for ‘salvation,’ in hope we withdraw
To the alien conscience as life becomes worse.

What man brings to the table woman puts to use
To perform her pure magic. This act is divine!
But she’s called the receptacle of the man’s seed
Which is not gold but data spewed out of raw need
To connect with the woman… or else, sit and whine.
Woman Is The Damned Table able to produce.

Justice Matters

Emergence of the Feminine

It will all soon be over. Injustice has reigned
For what seems like forever. Salvation is near.
What we have been experiencing for so long
Is not right. We The People together are strong.
Governance by the implementation of fear
Is a proven disaster where strife is sustained.

We all know Justice Matters. For granted we take
That those in higher office abide by the law.
History indicates that we’re vain and naïve
To our own human nature. We want to believe
That our leaders elected are absent of flaw.
After this big mistake we are widely awake.

Brilliant women of power no longer sit still
And submissive to colleagues. The change taking place
Will play out rather nicely for citizens all.
We as individuals will stop feeling small
And unworthy if we are not of the white race.
Leadership is the nature of feminine skill.

A collection of women on Fifth Avenue
Could grab him by the balls. I would not do a thing
Except cheer with excitement for all the abused.
And the crime of the grabbers is widely excused
In the spirit of freedom from one lame dick king.
He who needs a good groping shall soon get his due.

Beliefs And Prejudices

Examine Your Attitudes

Thoughts are swayed by my moods… or maybe the reverse.
Finding out exactly how I feel about both
My ideas and emotions would be to my good.
My subconscious compulsions may be understood
If I come to conclusions that lead to my growth.
Then the time spent is worthwhile. Nothing becomes worse.

One would think it most impossible to root out
The collection of prejudices that have been
Built up over a lifetime. But if it is tried
There is truth universal that can’t be denied.
It may be hard to do in a world ruled by men.
The emergence of women is now beyond doubt.

“Get in touch with your feelings.” I’ve heard that before.
Had it made enough sense then as it does today?
 “Keep your head on your shoulders.” …because up the ass
Represents what we stand for? A house made of glass
From which to hurl hypocrisy. Is this our way?
Times of change for the better we cannot ignore.

 The alignment of mind and heart helps with the task
Of releasing the blockage to natural peace.
As assessment is made through commingling of each.
Happiness and enlightenment is within reach.
If I have such an outlook, will all problems cease?
Surely not, but at least, I’ve the gumption to ask.

The Art Of Persuasion

The Convincing Argument

With authority figures I get along well.
One must keep them believing that they’re in control
And a cool way to do that is by playing dumb.
It may be kind of tacky and useless for some
But for me it’s a neat way of reaching my goal.
It’s the will of the wise one I’m willing to quell.

This works well with most anyone. Since I’m a child
I can take full advantage of subtle combat
Of a cognitive nature. It’s all in the mind.
I define most behaviors as more than inclined
To relenting to innocence. Anger falls flat
In the otherwise mellow one. I tame the wild.

I don’t listen to words much but feel what they mean.
Through the heart of the meaner they’ve much to convey.
The most accurate truth I intuit with skill
Worthy of the Great Goddess. Her will I fulfill
By firmly understanding that I’ll get my way.
He will be fully trained by the time I’m a teen.

But The Art Of Persuasion I implement now.
Basic to my survival ‘til that time draws near
Is the pleasure bestowed upon me to be sweet.
I can handle most adults I happen to meet.
Can someone give a scolding to someone so dear?
There is only one answer that one would allow.

Considerable Credit

Strength Of Spirit

Most effective reforms in professional life
Come with planning and effort throughout the long haul.
Energy to achieve goals may not be enough.
Often getting ahead means one has to get tough.
Superheros, when female and seemingly small,
Clarify the executive role of the wife.

  As opposed to the housewife and field wife there are
Wives of infinite feather. Prepare for the breed
Who no longer feel threatened nor held firm in place.
Women are more evolved among the human race.
A new heart centered governance shall intercede
So that we begin healing the deep ugly scar.

What indeed am I saying? Am I not a man
With no scant inclination to other than straight
From the big book of manhood? It is a delight
To admit what is truthful. What is wrong from right
Becomes clearer with each passing moment. The fate
Of the current establishment is now our plan.

The innate social nature is common to all.
Our survival depends on how we get along
And how healthy we are as a unified whole.
Female leadership is more in touch with the soul
And the heart of a nation. Could this be so wrong?
If it halts our extinction it is our best call.

Goddess Pee Tea

Exotic Devotion

In the realm of The Goddess no human resides
Unless washed by the waters of infinite grace
Whereupon they become saturated in love.
They return to the earth plane in dampness thereof
To proclaim their allegiance and keep a straight face
Among those who, in dryness, avoid loving tides.

Giving guidance to mankind is nature’s last call
To the race in a rat race to spring its own trap
By devices most cheesy with dankness of smell
Like the one that’s maintained for the waste water well.
We’d eliminate dryness if we gave a crap
For magnificent moisture for one and for all.

We must get enough water if we’re to survive
And we must have it daily. There’s no other way
For the body to function at its proper peak.
To believe in The Goddess need one be a freak?
Or is that just a side effect meant to display
Her intent to format the internal hard drive?

Drinking pee from The Goddess sounds rather perverse.
Any context imaginable by the one
With no sense of abandon may be hard to see.
The Goddess has no body, so drinking her pee
Is some mystical weirdness extracted from fun
And presented in jest as a cognitive curse.

Where within all the bleakness does one find relief
From the damned daily deluge of drama deranged?
Dark delusions delivered do dampen our days.
Pretty soon we’ll be dancing and giving up praise.
May the power of pussy restore the estranged
Through the magic of wetness in female belief.

Interview

Your Most Martian Worth

What indeed is your dick length… and girth, I might add?
Do you earn at least six figures and own a yacht?
If you do then you’re qualified to take your place
Among all of my suitors. Do not fall from grace.
You profess to be manly and too hot to trot.
Can you feel quite the same with your ego unclad?

What I want is good chemistry. Do you make nice?
Your pleasant conversation may be to your good.
It’s somewhat energizing. You put on a show
Just for my entertainment. I’d like you to know
I seek vulnerability in your manhood.
You may now tell your story, but make it concise.

Are you stable emotionally? Or do you
Make your heated aggressions a part of your style?
I’ll assume that you are, since you didn’t speak up.
Can you handle my nagging and whine like a pup?
If you can we may play out our roles for a while.
If you don’t cut the muster, I’ll bid you adieu.

I believe in equality. If you do too
Then you’ll know I’m superior in every way.
I’m the same as the goddess of nature and love.
I can be most assertive with no need to shove.
Listen carefully to all that I have to say
And good luck. I have applications to review.

A Bit Wild

Craving Excitement

The rebellion in nature is one with her soul.
She will challenge her offspring so that all may grow
To find balance between freedom and being safe
From the best life can offer. Why act as the waif?
As we meet her half way, blessings she does bestow.
Her most spirited teaching is that we are whole.

Nature cannot be broken and ripped from the wild
To be bridled and burdened without her consent.
We were meant to be with her since from her we are
And unto her we’re given back. We can’t stray far
From the primal connection. Indeed we are meant
To partake of life’s wonder as does every child.

There’s a surplus of wildness throughout the air waves.
My programmed mass consumption and what I digest
I should get from a wilderness closer to home.
Human creatures of venom are not free to roam
Within range of my consciousness where I am best
To remain focused on how real wildness behaves.

A Mischievous Charm

Dangerously Magnificent Obcession

Change cannot be ignored. It’s a powerful thing.
One who knows how to tame it is mistress of time.
Consciousness needs awakening more than we know
How to mate with our planet. We’ve known long ago
That she won’t be abused. None commit such a crime.
Not a species would try but her human offspring.

Not consumed by possessiveness, earth takes control
Of all that is made of her. She’ll offer to us
Paradise on a platter if we’re well behaved
But if we disrespect her our lives are depraved.
She shall help us sort out what is superfluous
And what is damned important to everyone’s soul.

Relationships intensify when pairs of eyes,
Opened widely and focused, take in what they see.
There is no speculation when passion is high.
It is left up to us whether we live or die.
Mother knows well how mischievous children can be.
If we see that as charming we may become wise.

Pro-Lifers For Death

Values In Conflict

A Hot Day for a Hanging with tea and some shade
Or a damned bitter cold one with no common sense
Is a day worth rejoicing our own Christian way.
We’re a large group. Hear what ignorance has to say.
What is chosen as scripture is for our defense.
If you’re bad You Should Die, for from God you have strayed.

Submerged in allegory, the bible inspects
The collective unconscious who knows what is right.
Mirroring human nature over centuries,
It’s a vast pool of answers arranged to appease
Those who haven’t been saved yet. Ours is a tough fight.
Any darkness within us the bible protects.

It was in the beginning as it should be now
That we be the police force of moral concern.
Life remains ever precious ‘til we decide death
Is what God has decided. With our dying breath
We continue to teach to all fools who would learn
How to judge and what actions should raise the eyebrow.

We choose life over death. Women must know their place
In this kingdom on earth. As the earth, she is made
To be plowed through and walked upon by everyone.
She must take it in stride just as God’s only son.
Turn the other vagina, and don’t be afraid.
The abuse you receive now is of Eve’s disgrace.

Every fetus brought forth is a function of man.
Created in God’s image, man knows what is best
For the seed he as planted in anyone’s land.
Pregnancies are all wanted because they’re man planned.
It is vital that our view is firmly expressed.
Living is much to die for. It’s how all began.

Amorous Ideation

Giving Love A Thought

A good time is worth having. I think it’s about
Wanting someone to play with for just a brief while…
Not to have and to hold in some meaningful way.
A nice guy who’d delight in some erotic play
And can do that creatively is quite my style.
I don’t feel self-indulgent… rather, most devout.

Love is like a vacation. This faraway land
Tucked serene in the cosmos is where I belong
While exploring my nature in physical form.
Superficial I’m not, yet I’ll stray from the norm.
What I feel is my heart, and that cannot be wrong.
In wholesome ideation my pleasure is planned.

Socially somewhat awkward but warm to the touch,
Overcoming objection is easy for me.
Love is, at once, an idea and something real.
Thoughtfulness kindly tempers the passion I feel
So that nothing but pure love is all that I see.
In my world of adventure I gain to learn much.

A Dominant Personality

Power of the Feminine

I am good… not the greatest. I want to be fair.
I consider my assets worth standing up for.
Who can do that for me but the me that I am?
Energy and ambition outline my program.
Having conquered one mountain, I could go for more.
I am cute but ferocious as any ma bear.

Some would say I’m assertive… others, perhaps worse.
Life has made me a warrior noble of cause.
Many varied impressions upon folk I make.
What they all have in common is that I don’t brake
Under maximum pressure. I seek no applause.
I do challenge fearlessly all that is perverse.

It’s my time for adventure beyond the wild west.
History craves return on investment of pain.
I respect my vitality. Freedom is mine.
Though I can be combative, it is by design
That we all become mindful of what we may gain.
Change is on the horizon. Will it be our Test?

Unstinting Effort

Ultimate FeminineTriumph

It’s a labor not lacking in strength of tough love
Pre-administered righteously with a skilled hand,
Intellect made of crystal and heart of pure gold.
She’s a force to be respected and to behold.
Could my pride take a beating under her command?
I have felt woman’s power. It Is From Above.

In deliberate effort and centered in grace
At the base of her breathing, she leads with her soul.
Her most noble decisions are made to adapt
To changing situations – such as have entrapped
Those of aberrant character. Her only goal
Is to prepare the space for parties to embrace.

Could I learn more of discipline if I gave birth?
The answer, nonexistent, still begs it be sought
Through the depths of my consciousness. Peace does it bring
When the truth I consider can make my heart sing.
My evolving male ego need not to be fraught
By the rise of the feminine and a new earth.

My Existence Makes Sense

Affirmation

My Existence Makes Sense, and there’s life to commence.
I do feel much more childlike as seasons march by.
I see such an adult world when I look outside.
I’m afraid to go out there. In here is my pride,
Where my sense of the strangeness I may simplify.
If I feel disconnected, I’ll call it suspense.

Sensing feeling is mutual, well I reflect
That which I am a part of. What love can I know?
Is it why I’m not listened to? Am I too mean?
Living life like a woman, I’ve become obscene?
Have I screwed up completely with nowhere to go?
Had I acted more manly, had I known respect?

 What makes sense is of import to living that out
In a way that feels wholesome and absent of fear.
If I feel like a channel of wisdom and light,
For all intents and purposes, I’ll do alright.
Any sense that I make here at least is sincere.
I’m of value to this world. I have not a doubt.

Long Live The Queendom

Feminine Game

Women’s voices bear wisdom. That they should be heard
Without question or scrutiny just as are men
Is the issue evolved over eons of time.
Women do as most men do, but then it’s a crime.
We excel at technology but we must then
Take the leap toward enlightenment. It’s been deferred.

To be treated as children is not half the crime
Perpetrated on half of the human genome.
It’s a death blow to growth and an insult to be
Of the most sacred feminine. What we now see
Is the subtle emergence from fear back to home.
It’s a shame that this has taken such a long time.

Women tend to be steadfast, more one with the earth,
And less prone to snap judgements that are ego based.
We’re in great need of balance and meaningful change.
Only women provide that. How can this sound strange
Since our trust in the kingdom is clearly misplaced?
That which nature respects more is given more worth.

Praise, and Long Live The Queendom! She stands in the sea
With a blindfold and scales and a message of love
To oppressed, huddled masses… indeed, to us all.
In this garden of Eden, the only great fall
Is man’s satanic fantasy. Yet far above
What’s been kept underfoot is the will to get free.

Malefic Colonoscope

Colon Specific

A head made for examining places obscene
Is the best of a woman. This world view will change.
Will the goddess of old step aside for the new?
Will she be brushed asunder, her path laid askew
By upcoming young Goddesses? Can it be strange
That procedures be undone due to ill routine?

There are those who, nostalgic for good times gone past,
Need a detailed report on the colonic health
Of the king who she works for. The news sparks their hopes
That all women can be trained to be endoscopes.
It is made more appealing when tied to some wealth
And the praises of men through their lifetimes will last.

I won’t look at that colon. Suffice it to feel
On some subsonic level what goes on up there.
My head must be above all that causes distress.
All the feminine power that we now suppress
Is approaching expression. Is this but a prayer?
Naturally prophetic, it shall become real.

The Trials And Triumphs Of Tina Treasuretoosh

Showoff

When one’s toosh is a treasure, life can become strange.
For oneself, the ambition to stand out in crowds
Is a righteous and just one and follows the need
To be noticed and envied. We’ll fail or succeed
By the free wills of others. Vanity enshrouds
All the parts of our bodies that we think can change.

Parts are part of the parcel we dare to enhance.
To give one part attention more so than the rest
Is what people fall into because of demand
Of our parts-centered natures. Who can’t understand
How it can be offensive if wrongly expressed?
No one should have to fear that they’re taking a chance.

Some big butts are a magnet to wide erect eyes
That don’t mind stimulation. Tina knows for sure
She is much more than her cultivated asset.
Those who can’t realize that are not her regret.
She proceeds with a fine ass and heart that is pure,
Knowing that all the parts we have are a disguise.

Women And Power

Strategy In Power

When and how to use force are the questions to ask
Among so many others before waging war.
We’d prefer conversation and working things out
Yet throughout all our history there’s little doubt
That we are prone to fight and to even the score.
When it comes to destruction we’re up to the task.

Have there been female generals in the wars past?
Who knows how they would fight and what harm they could do?
There are some of a fortunate few who could tell
Of the hell they went through that we cannot know well.
We know only of fighting men. Women, we view,
As still much less than lethal and of lower caste.

Women have been in office, but playing the game
On a man’s world stage and with the rules now in place
Is a leadership lacking in human resolve.
We can remain one-sided in how we evolve
But our old ways embellish our racial disgrace.
When women define power things won’t be the same.

Whistles Blowing

Danger There!

Many people blow whistles rather than ignore
What they see as their duty to country and God.
Whistles are used because they can make a loud sound.
If lifeguards did not use them, many would be drowned
Or become living shark feed, or victims of fraud.
Any person can use one. It’s not such a chore.

One’s attention is called, when a whistle is blown,
To detail of the nature of danger perceived.
It is up to those listening to give support
And protection to those brave enough to report
Ways in which We The People are wrongly deceived.
Such are people of honor and solid backbone.

Many whistles are blowing not unto deaf ears.
As the drama unfolds upon our earthly stage,
Punctuated with danger on levels complex,
One can see that we live as the future expects.
What we have is a chance to rewrite the next page.
What prevents us from doing so remains our fears.

Tight Slap

How Dare You!

“What would be called a Tight Slap is one that’s not loose,”
One would say who receives one from out of the blue
On a pleasant day when everything should be fine.
If I come off in error, do give me a sign
Other than a swift zinger. I have not a clue
What I’ve done to deserve this outrageous abuse.

Often times I’m well-mannered. Sometimes I’m a slave
To the sweat beast within me. Control I have not.
Can the creature of true heart be blamed for his act?
To survive a blind gesture with eyeballs intact
Is a fool’s expectation. I don’t fret a lot.
But I do take account for the way I behave.

 You are not my own flower, nor fruit from my tree.
I don’t have my own garden. People are not plants.
Knowledge comes as a Tight Slap upside the manhood
So that it’s maintained and forever understood.
Wisdom is abundant in any circumstance.
One does not need the Tight Slap to properly see.

Fashion Show

Mystical Feminine

“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs
Without fear of the future.”
What mystical one

And whose breath re-enlightens the depleted space
Where humanity suffers? She is one with grace
…Nothing bestowed upon her but truly homespun.
Turning chaos to love is but one of her crafts.

It’s a Show of her Power to Speak to us All
Of the will to be kinder, passed out in our hearts.
Laughter can be a weapon. She knows this too well.
But then egos are meaningless, so what the hell?
She knows this is the issue, and where hatred starts.
Her most delicate wisdom does make her stand tall.

Is life much about fashion? As men are the same
But that we call it ego, no one will explain.
Goddesses become goblins? No, that is reversed!
If we can’t look up to her, we’re bound for the worst.
Expressing the True Goddess is not being vain.
Can this world know what’s coming? There’s much to proclaim.

The Urinator

Cyborg Infancy

Babies weaponize urine. They aim for the face
So you must don yourself with tough ruggedized steel
Treated with naval jelly to mitigate rust.
Keep your eye on them always. It’s wise to mistrust
Their benign seeming natures. Pure wrath they conceal.
They can piss in a heartbeat and in any place.

Pampers will not contain them. They’ll rip them right off
And then sling the wet missile at something worthwhile
Like a lamp or a knickknack or one of your pets.
Pampers should come with padlocks to quell our regrets.
They will piss in your porridge, then look up and smile.
People do need to touch them. At that I would scoff.

Robo babies are rugged and pee like it’s fun.
There’s no sense of restraint in their wild little hearts
Nor their energized bladders. How do we survive?
We must love them completely so that they will thrive.
All good parents are versed in the wet baby arts.
It may seem that the warfare will never be done.

Return To Love

Refreshing Alternative

Voices on the horizon emerge as the clouds
Convolute and then dissipate into the light
Of a newfound becoming welcoming the old.
What could come forth from what is that spirit foretold
Long before our humanity knew wrong from right?
What becomes not a miracle our hate enshrouds.

We meet The Holy Spirit by coming halfway
Between our blessed egos and that who we are.
There are no other sides besides inside and out.
All the others are egos constructed of doubt.
Yet we think that without them we cannot get far.
Egos can get us places… through stress and delay.

When the heart, all at once, feels the depth of its pain
At its height of intensity… Why only then
Is the spirit available? Miracles are
Things that were deemed impossible. We have come far
When we are in atonement with all we had been
Should one who leads by spirit be offered the reign?

Crucify Her!

Tribal Emnity

“Crucify Her!” They cried, and did so with Great pride
And their own word for greatness and times as they were.
“Go back to where you came from,” some group said to Christ.
Since before we were ‘upright’ we’d been sacrificed
By profound racial venom and what we ‘prefer’
To what is our reality. Hate Does Divide.

No war is ever civil, and all war goes on,
Never ceasing completely. Forever we are
Reconfiguring old hatreds to make them new.
History is a clockwork. We are the cuckoo.
The teen-aged-acting harem and their superstar
Is the darkest point, I hope, before a new dawn.

…You pathetic white women! …You whores of us all!
Why condemn who your white man treats as he does you?

Grow grotesque in your fondness for ‘good old boy’ days.
Let your husbands bull fuck you, then sing in their praise.
You are not my America. You are those who,
By the numbers, are likely to see your downfall.

Ideal Wife?

Pre-packaged Perfection

A young woman may ask of someone who may know,
Like a guru or grandma or her closest friend,
What it takes for a girl to be an ideal wife.
The advice most would give her would mess with her life.
Girls of one generation should never depend
On those not of their age group. Times change like a flow.

Marriages made in heaven work well only there.
Firmly here on God’s earth is where we’re all alive.
People screw up a wet dream when God is involved
As we make life a puzzle that needs to be solved
By struggle through devotion that love will survive.
That does feel somewhat alien, and we should care.

The way to a man’s heart used to be through his gut.
Nowadays, that is meaningless. Guts have become
For some, sports… others, mental things. All are fulfilled
In ways that are too numerous. All are distilled
Into one common substance with no zero sum.
Knowing this keeps a couple well out of the rut.

A Barbie Doll Chewed By An Ugly Dog

Exaustion and Desperation

Barbie Doll was invented by one who could see
That young girls can dream mightily and can go far.
They can take on most anything done in the past.
The future can be hopeful. Impressions can last
Through a life of achievement. It is not bizarre
That a doll becomes something girls don’t want to be.

Some dolls end up in landfills, unfortunately,
Or else tossed near a dumpster, no longer of use
To the one who perceives it as just a plaything.
The dog then will adopt it. No hope will that bring
To plastic and its meaning. It’s now an excuse
To keep womanhood portrayed as something ugly.

We have taken our Barbie and made her a bitch.
Her face radiates horror at what we’ve become.
Don’t tell me it’s your job, bitch! You know wrong from right.
God should denounce your womanhood, you sorry sight!
You broadcast to the world that your heart has grown numb
To the incessant chewing while trapped in the ditch.

Tuned To A Different Dicklength

Phallic Omnipresence

Do I mistreat the meat of another trombone
In a mystical orchestra conducted by
A half-Klingon deep space skink of talent profane?
Would the world become saner if dick were to wane?
What depends on one’s Dicklength is not worth the try
When one knows that in time it will be overthrown.

One’s Dicklength is one’s heartbeat. A suit and a tie
Or blue jeans and a hardhat are symbols well-known.
It is by competition the better succeed
While the best make their way to the top through their greed.
  It pertains to both genders though it’s overblown
As an ideal condition. Things have gone awry.

The inverse of one’s Dicklength may be Latency.
Each divided by one, the other it becomes.

Could this be about time to do some simple math
To determine the consequences of our path?
It may be wise to take time to beat other drums
So the curse of the Dicklength dissolves completely.

Rights Worth Fighting For {?}

Standard Depiction of Patriarchy

If we’re doomed to identify with body parts
As but One Race, then why not did we choose the brain
Or the heart or some other part? Why sex organs
Have become for us magnets with legs, arms and hands
With one sex of more value is perfectly plain.
We worship the economy. That’s where it starts.

As it was then, the ‘go-getter’ is of value.
Everyone in the household gives him their support.
No one else is of mention except for the wife
Who looks after the kids and ensures a good life
For the more worthy workhorse. Designed to distort
Our perceptions, society has not a clue.

When we say, “He’s a big man,” has he a big heart?
It means he has a bank account fatter than most.
Women, by the mere fact that they excel at birth,
Are who we should be honoring. They are Our worth.
Yet, within men and money, we’re fully engrossed.
We make women subordinate. This isn’t smart!

What happened a while back? Many women took aim.
But, amid much confusion, the target was lost.
Women started believing that they should be men.
Do we mimic the mess and return once again
To the ways of perversion and gain at all cost?
As a society, we’ve not much depth to claim.

The front end of our culture should be consciousness.
If it’s not, then the fate of antidepressants

Will continue to be that of half our women.
When we recognize all people as equal, then
Evolution of society is immense.
The economy, and all else, will yield success.

Cocksocket Mismatch

To conflate rhetorically morality and mechanics

Someone grab that Cocksocket before it gets loose!
Lefty Lucys are legal, but only so far
As the man’s eye can stand it. Demand it, he must,
That he have full control of the whole hole. Unjust
Is the female contraption who’s not like a car.
The mechanic says there’s no such thing as abuse.

Who denies that the cock is a versatile tool?
It can brute force most stubborn things back into shape.
With the wave of the phallic wand, what was once law
Is now broke dick endangered. There must be a flaw
When every swinging dick has the license to rape.
Tools are inanimate, so how can they be cruel?

There’s a Cocksocket Mismatch. It’s not a tight fit.
There’s a sense of anxiety. Flesh is at stake,
And it’s that of one gender – the female machine.
What would happen if Spirit chose to intervene?
Of all tools in the toolbox, which one will it take
To restore what’s been settled? Why all the bullshit?

The Affections Of Phineas Phuthworthy

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Phineas is a fun guy. He means no one harm.
Yet, sometimes he gets frisky like a puppy dog.
Friends and family love him. He’s not a pervert.
Not a thing about him should put one on alert.
Would one fear being kissed by a funny bullfrog?
We can know that our Phineas knows how to charm.

Why then would women scorn him? I know no all do.
Yet should he run for office, he wouldn’t get far.
Most women would adore him and give him their vote.
Others would castigate him, then that’s all she wrote.
Do men’s innocent actions define who they are?
Does a worse man than Phineas satisfy you?

Phineas is an old man. Does this make him wrong?
Promulgation of character warfare is not
Done from any one platform. It comes from within
Wherein we implement our original sin
By infecting the narrative with our own plot.
But a leader like Phineas at least is strong.

A Fist Full Of Pipe

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Grab a bitch by the cunt? That’s one elegant stunt.
How does one snatch a bowling ball or a six pack?
By the holes in loose thinking, then verbal escape.
If dick talk is off-camera, are we in good shape?
Every prick comes off heavy when on the attack.
Are our ways of perceiving, themselves, an affront?

History takes on color with tiny events.
Nothing from us is hidden in this day and age.
On the threshold of brain scans and truth-telling drugs
There is no better way to sort out all our thugs
Than by indecent acts in which leaders engage.
Some don’t mind the affairs of our bad presidents.

So, A Fist Full Of Pipe and a handful of jewels
Is the way to check manhood – a win at the polls.
It is much easier to grab men by their dicks
Than it is to beat women with blunt verbal sticks.
May the coming pink wave have mercy on our souls.
History may be kind and not paint us as fools.

Phallic Meltdown

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I’m a man. I am proud of that, and I should be
For no reason particular. Maybe because
Men are strong and in power. Is that how it seems?
Rather than be blind sighted, turn on the high beams
So that traffic oncoming is lost in the laws.
I’m a driver. I know that. I wish I could see.

Men can sometimes be assholes, but always we’re dicks.
It is true to our nature to pound and to thrust
What has caused us arousal, often on demand.
Would life improve for all if men could understand
Where the women are coming from with their disgust?
When they speak to us, it seems they’re dealing with bricks.

Women will light the dick candle now having seen
That no woman is safe from abuse, then attack
By the sharks of the media and lawful men.
May we melt into meaningfulness once again?
When our parts become waxen and light do we lack,
Then our time is upon us. None will intervene.

Heart Decay

TheMagicRealist.com

Hide behind the fine children and dutiful wife.
That’s how most play the card game of optics these days.
Your damned daughters and spouse cannot make you look good.
That they are not the applicant is understood
Well by everyone. Is your intent to amaze
And parlay for that justice position for life?

What they’re hiding I would not allow in my yard.
I’ve respect for the bugs and worms who slither there.
Any privileged white boy who learns how to lie
Can grow up to be SCOTUS. Do give it a try.
If your views about women do make you unfair,
It is only too right if we push back, and hard.

One can diagnose heart decay in your background
Whether seen by the good doctor or tarot deck
Or by members of congress who are themselves ill.
Men can make women suffer and get a sick thrill.
A frat boy in a robe is one lethal redneck.
We The People insist something better be found.

Women are coming forward. Man can be The Beast.
This is known by all women who have been abused.
I’d assume there are many who linger in pain
As they know coming forward invites the insane.
When some Old White Man calls an accuser ‘confused’
Then we’ve not learned our lessons… no, not in the least!

The Ruling

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Don’t be hoein’ while flowin’. Do take a damned break!
By the way, what you do for a living is wrong.
You’re not of the right gender to make the big bucks.
We’ll equate you with life, and you know that life sucks.
You should be making babies and polishing shlong
But for only one pimp for whom you’re his namesake.

You know how to wear makeup and fuss with your hair
And learn difficult footsteps while wearing high heels.
These are privileges given you by this great land.
You have rights, and those aren’t. You’ve no right to demand
Self control of your frail bodies. Weakness appeals
To the sex drives of rugged men most self-aware.

If you challenge our ruling, you’re fooling with fire.
If you think we aren’t serious, just call our bluff.
Need we fight you or smite you with stiff penalty
For insisting to be who you decide to be?
Women are moving forward but is that enough?
It depends on how much thirst for truth they inspire.

Southern Bell

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To speak ever so daintily with a loud ring
Is a talent befitting a woman of grace
From a culture evolved from the most urgent need
To discover new land and to justify greed.
That was then. This is now, though. What is commonplace
Is that strong southern women are not a new thing.

In the air, there’s a ringing sound, clear as a bell
And so loud it debilitates from inside out.
It is masculine chatter – the noise of defeat.
Does the feminine matter, or rather conceit?
Can a strong counter resonance carry some clout?
Is it possible for all to get along well?

Southern women were vibrant, intelligent souls
Who indeed were the plantations’ lubricant oil.
Nowadays, all American women possess
What is needed to clean up this masculine mess.
What ill nature of growth comes from blood mixed with soil?
Can more women in leadership reshape our goals?

How Deep Is Your State?

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I can see how supreme scales of justice are made
To move easily when congress crafts the right tools.
How deep Is your state In? deed, how Deep is your State?
Because I really need to learn what is the fate
Of democracy. Have we been taken for fools?
We The People should pick judges. Are We Betrayed?

No Collusion” is not a strange slogan for those
Who, chin deep in their feces, are trapped in their lies.
No big mass infestation of brown people can
Be allowed to outnumber the waning white man.
If they came in through Canada donned in disguise
Of white makeup, would harm upon them they impose?

Just how deep is your state? Does it get close to home?
How far up your vagina does it have to reach?
Those who know they don’t have one know people who do.
Babies already born and caged don’t have a clue.
Yet white men in black robes have the Power To Preach
Through their restrictive rulings, by far, monochrome.

This is such a hot summer – so filled with suspense.
But it’s not time for popcorn. Folks’ lives are at stake.
There will be bursting bombs past the fourth of July.
Many steeped in collusion will say their goodbye.
After years of unsafe sex, don’t we need a break?
This historical nightmare will soon be past tense.

I know how deep your state is because it is mine.
We have all been infected as if by a bug.
In some way, we’ll get through this. We have not the choice
To believe that we’re helpless and don’t have a voice.
We’ve a world class buffoon in cahoots with a thug.
We will navigate rough times, but things will be fine.

Do Your Own Rampage

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As the tulip may thrill for the fair daffodil,
The sheer joy of my being shines forth from my heart.
I was born to be happy. That’s just how I feel.
All the love that’s inside me I cannot conceal.
I’m consumed and excited. I’m doing my part
To reflect divine blessing of God’s holy will.

Throw your arms out! Be happy! It’s such a fine day!
All the world is my plaything – all people, my friends.
I’m abask in wellbeing. My smile lets you know.
My magnetic exuberance is not for show.
I’m on top of the world. I need no colored lens
For pure love and acceptance to brighten my way.

We’re all here to be happy, so what’s the big deal?
Take a stand. Turn your TV’s off. Take to the streets.
We can all do a dance of praise for all that’s good.
There’s a feeling inside me that knows we all should.
In the heart of the soul is where destiny meets
Every dream I imagine, which then becomes real.