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Feminine Drought

The Malignant Masculine

To be one with the contrast that is part of me…
Is it my sin to think that we all can be one?
Christ knew nothing of hatred. He knew only love.
Why do modern day Christians have every kind of
Nasty defect of character under the sun?
How are those of true faith so not able to see?

It’s all been documented throughout history
How the hatred of women and Christian values
Have been forced into marriage. The resultant child
Is a sick ideology where the reviled
Are half the congregation of whom they accuse
Of bringing sin to mankind originally.

The far right are the hypocrites. Like the Nazis
Who believed in male dominance, republicans
Have become the new billboard to promulgate hate.
Religion is a power tool used to berate
Anything that is not male or white, and their plans
Are to subjugate nonwhites and women with ease.

It is the patriarchal biblical word view
That has become the enemy of humankind.
We know Eve was created as an afterthought.
Think of that implication! The mindset is fraught
With existential illogic. Fear the sick mind
That may be of your neighbor who just may hate you.

Do not covet your neighbor’s wife, ox, or donkey,
Or anything of value that some man may own.
Women should not have authority over man.

This bullshit from the bible is where it began.
This is why we’re psychotic and violence prone.
Our survival as one race may not come to be.

A Magical Exercise

The Ultimate Mind Game

Women Are Fundamental. This statement of fact
With no more said makes strong men grow week in the knees.
What it means is complete loss of means of control.
Not a man on earth conquers the feminine soul.
Women rely on Magic to treat the disease
That flares up and is chronic with lethal impact.

One by one, states like Texas will try to secede
From the union of women – their freedom to be
In command of their bodies and female power.
In the long run, support for pro-choice will devour
Any chance that established law can completely
Be thrown out by old white men caught up in their greed.

Nebulizing an outcome less fettered and flawed
Can be done by believing that all things are well
With ourselves, how we live, and with the universe,
But, the weak human spirit exalts the perverse.
Exercising our Magic from the depths of hell,
We can change it. The way is brought to us by God.

What it takes is Emotion. Our Feeling what’s right
And that it is completed already is all
That is needed. Write down exactly how you feel.
Hypnotic visualization is most real,
And because it is Magic, no one’s part is small.
Our success depends on what we bring to the fight.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

On The Death Of Our Mother

The Demise Of The Feminine

Who would fuck their own mother in praise of Allah?
It’s one hell of a question, yet this is the place
Where the demons of Satan rejoice in manhood.
Anything that a man does is righteously good
But a woman’s existence is mired in disgrace
From the arrogant authors of their dilemma.

But this place is made hell like. Not by her own will
Does she suffer the symptoms of human disease.
She heats up and feels nauseous as the result
Of her virulent sickness so cruel and occult.
Her immune system fights us. She will cough and sneeze
And whatever it takes. She does not mean to kill.

 How on earth does a god make all men so supreme?
Multifunctional women take on their men’s hate
Like the scapegoat, absorbent and obedient.
Animals should be able to take your torment
Until you say they’re sacred? The hell you create
Ripples throughout the species. The pain is extreme.

Take your left hands and lick them ‘til they’re squeaky clean
And then use them as always. Do stick them up far
Where they may reach your sick minds. God Damn you people!
Greater Force is the Feminine, and I’m grateful
That the earth has its systems, as harsh as they are
To the human infection so vile and obscene.

The Women

Those Without Voice

No one else is there visible. Only mad men
Can be seen on the media and network news
Spouting off at the mouth or the weapon in hand.
Is it best that an ignorant world understand
What The Women must go through? It is they who lose
Having been nonexistent since heaven knows when.

Men who pass gas in public where there’s no escape
From their foul perverse intent are of the mindset
That their grossness is power that gives them control
Of most people’s attention. Their psychotic goal
Is to prove to all others that they are a threat.
Sense of smell is the wholesomeness they care to rape.

It’s a crusty old bastard nation in the eyes
Of the world cast upon them. Their arrogant ways,
Centuries in the making, have stale stunk the air.
Women had been breathing some real oxygen there,
And it’s not tolerated. Abusive mores
Among state and religion have integral ties.

It will take generations. New waves of women
With support of those worldwide pries open the door.
Once fresh air has been breathed, there is no turning back
To the ways of abuse and of constant attack.
Once one has tasted freedom, there’s wanting for more.
Women don’t want to breathe fecal air once again.

How Life Enters The Body

Intra-Cosmic Gestation

The realm of the eternal is where all come from.
Aliens of the spirit descend and take hold
Of this time space reality within bodies
To remain for a brief while as flesh entities.
Here to know one another in ways manifold,
The experience can be difficult for some.

Every being has free will. Decisions are made
But can change at an instant, and nature responds
To the slight imperfections in the energy
Of the person becoming someone all can see.
Sometimes spirit and body cannot hold their bonds
And stillbirth leaves the mother and father dismayed.

Once our mothers expecting were pampered a lot.
Nowadays, they keep working. “It’s not a big deal!”
…But it was to the ancients. Women who were wise

Knew that comfort and pleasantness would crystalize
In the soul of the fetus a friendlier feel.
It still owns the decision to be here or not.

In the scull, there’s a front door… a trap door it was
At the time of our infancy. It was soft skin –
Not of hard bone, but supple, All exit through there.
Until then, our survival is treaded with care.
Now that I know I’m stuck here, it’s time to begin
Living out what was intended by the first cause.

Who’s Going To Do Something?

Stopping The Momentum Of Evil

All the world’s statisticians give truth that is raw.
So straightforward the science, its transparency
Can be taken for granted. Our whole lives could change
For the ultimate better. It is rather strange
That we don’t choose what’s best for our society.
The life spans of democracies are wrought with flaw.

I know that common sense is ignorable when
One nineteenth the defense budget is spent on peace.
Good health is not as profitable as is sickness,
And it means that some of us cannot have access
To what everyone should have. All crime would decrease
If more people felt worthy and human again.

Greater economic opportunities for
Women and educational ones for children,
The reduction of violence against women…
Are some places where our attention hasn’t been.
If the human condition cannot change, what then?
We don’t play by the numbers. We mess with the score.

Who’s Going To Do Something? It’s all up to us,
And that feels catastrophic right down to the bone.
But this truth is the answer to no question asked.
All democracy suffers, and so we are tasked
To address the condition become too well known…
But to those in authority, superfluous.

Youthful Feminine Leader

Goddess Becoming

Often you are affectionate. As the princess
Of your native encampment, your leadership style
Differs quite from your father’s, the imposing chief.
Yet you’re fearless and powerful beyond belief.
Creatively expressive, you lead with your smile.
Using silence to foil foes, your tribe you impress.

Feelings run deep within you. You’re feisty and proud.
Your actions convey clearly your heartfelt intent.
Quite adept as an artist, respect is bestowed
Upon you. The ancestral is yours to decode
And translate to transcendence for what is present.
With honor, devotion, and beauty you’re endowed.

Not afraid of adventure, danger is to you
Simply part of the process of doing what’s right.
You will fight for the life of the friend who’s in need.
Through the blast of the ill captain’s masculine screed
You will carry on steadfastly, willing to fight
In the light of the justice that you know as true.

Your friend Peter is fortunate as are those who
Are the closest to you. Dancing is your best way
To conjure celebration. Your charm and mystique
Radiate from your beauty and how well you speak
For your people and history. Bright is your day
When you’re in warm surroundings with those who love you.

The Fierce Defender

A Hero of Force

Things amazing happen when you focus your mind
On your goal. Much too smart and too capable, you
Can’t remain on the sidelines while doing nothing
When someone needs your help. Into action you’ll spring
As a ready defender. Everything you do
Is with force and intensity yet not maligned.

Your individuality you value most.
Concentration and wit are the tools that you use
As you’re mastering your innate abilities.
Though you can be invisible, everyone sees
Quite a striking young lady with progressive views.
In the missions assigned you, you’re fully engrossed.

You take responsibility for your powers
Given you for your purpose. Inherently strong,
Like a normal teenager, you manage your stress
In ways one would expect… nothing more; nothing less.
The added assignment of rectifying wrong
You accept with the honor that goodness confers.

You were shy, uncertain, and withdrawn at the start.
Upon getting a pep talk from mom, you became
Evidently more confident. And as you grow
Into ultimate brilliance, it’s good that we know
That, although you’re created, clearly you proclaim
Emergence of the feminine, youthful and smart.

Mission Underground

A Mischievous Trio

Dedicated to mischief, this trio consists
Of a witch, a dead boy, and a handsome devil.
Halloween is their best time, for they trick or treat
The dark underground mission, secret and discrete.
Count on them to wreak havoc. For them, it’s a thrill.
They love messing with Christmas and all that exists.

Keeping secrets they do well, but they often break
Promises made because they had their fingers crossed.
Strategies of rebellion they use to reach goals.
The best mask that is worn is the one that extols
The true self in pure essence. No honor is lost
In pursuit of the mission. No chance will they take.

Boogie’s humorous henchmen, together always,
Sometimes get into arguments over small stuff.
Shock will solve disagreements quickly, if she can.
Being the most intelligent and not a man,
She believes she should lead, but she has not enough
Of an ego to overcome those she can’t praise.

What these three have in common is that they’re unique,
Individually and as one wicked team.
They are sharp and dependable for any job,
Like kidnapping or planning the next place to rob.
When it’s called for, they will go to any extreme
To complete the assignment with evil mystique.

Re-Builder Crusader

Restorative Healer

She rebuilds fallen structures and societies.
The Kingdom of Atlantis is hers to defend.
Most perceptive and healing she often can be
With those within the homeland. Outsiders will see
Some whoop ass from this woman that they won’t transcend.
She’s a powerful packet of violent ease.

Endeavors that are most interesting to her
Are the ones bringing knowledge of history lost.
She absorbs what she studies with amazing speed.
This warrior princess is not one to concede.
One will know her lethality when she is crossed.
Reestablishing culture is what she’d prefer.

Mysteries are intriguing but oddly also
They infuriate her, so her truth is pursued
With the power she has to recover the past
To create a bright future and peace that may last
For untold generations in firm rectitude.
Wisdom she had been gathering since long ago.

Her vitality enlightens. With a kind heart,
She shows respect for all others generally.
Her appearance is youthful, but great is her age.
Having so long to practice her role upon stage,
She unravels enigmas others cannot see.
All Atlanteans with her she wants to take part.

Goddess Becoming

The Emergent Rebalance

Can a flesh and blood woman a goddess become
In a less brutal world safe from ever burning
For commission of consciousness? As any man
With enough dick supporting his exclusive plan
Becomes god-like in essence, it is an odd thing
That our God has an ego. Where did that come from?

Where spiritual processes were most widespread
Across Europe, eradication took its toll.
Organized religion and the crimes it commits
Punctuate human history. Who benefits
But the men in authority having control
Over lives by inflicting accusative dread?

  Devil women are troublesome. What they impose
Upon civil society is perception
And a deep understanding of how people feel.
Until we achieve balance we are not ideal
As a first world excuse for a world class nation.
Dominance of the masculine anyone knows.

But new changes are coming. As cycles repeat,
This one has had a long run and has reached its end.
Women who were called witches are women today
As they were through mass murder. Now they pave the way
To a much brighter future. They are a godsend.
No longer will our puzzle remain incomplete.

Imagine…

Outward Insight

All material reality come to be
Is of most sacred substance – the good and the bad.
All is bathed in divine feminine energy.
Animated by her life force naturally,
Not a thing in the universe can make her sad
For its laws are enacted by her completely.

Powerfully erotic the energy feels.
Blissful intoxication is possible when
One taps into her flow through well-tested techniques
Practiced worldwide by gurus. The wise student seeks
Guidance and assurance from someone who has been
Through the processes many times as life reveals.

 But for we fettered lay folk by habit removed
From the effort and discipline that it would take,
The way all may gain access, the well-trained and not,
Is through imagination. The principles taught
Energize it and keep it from growing opaque
So when practiced, perfection is greatly improved.

Destructive and maternal, at once intertwined,
Goddess warrior justice is hers by default,
As she is mother nature and mother of all
That exists to behold – the immense and the small.
It’s a pleasure to have all of that to exalt.
I’m at peace with what is and how it is designed.

A Safe Path From The Past

Sole Escape Route To Survival

Bittersweet is the taste of a triple play win.
All three pillars of government have become blue.
But the danger still present will not go away.
What we most have to deal with was put on display
For the world and our ugly selves. Those acts of few
That resulted in murder are graver than sin.

We know what’s at the root of the insanity
Of the disgruntled millions who want to see change
Back to Civil War times when the lives of value
Were those only of white men. The rest of us knew
To succumb to the mindset or something not strange
Like a hard public whipping is what all would see.

  We’re a nation divided. This isn’t fresh news.
But it must be accepted, examined, and owned
Lest the cycle continue on unendingly.
Hatred isn’t unique to us, but others see
How in us it is triggered and widely condoned
Easily and with vigorous will to abuse.

And thank goodness for Georgia, the state of the peach
And of powerful women who turn their defeat
Into something miraculous nationally.
It is my time to celebrate, but I must be
Cognizant of the dangers most real and concrete
Among people ensnared by the values they breach.

Princess Waterfawn

The Antidistressant

A petite, plucky princess, she is self-assured
With her magical powers. She knows her own worth
Which she stands up for fearlessly. Feisty is she
When confronting dismissiveness. Confidently
She will face any danger with curious mirth
And make light of the suffering she has endured.

Eilonwy is one hell of a name for a child
Anywhere else but her land where oddness of name
Is something to be proud of. She does have respect
And will work alongside others. She’ll not neglect
Dreams and feelings of others. She knows she’s the same
Magic stardust programmed and uniquely compiled.

Despite her strong-willed nature, affection she shows
After some confrontation. Emotional play
Is a part of her magic which she uses well
To dispel hidden places where darkness may dwell.
Honesty and resourcefulness throughout each day
Is protection from what lies within dark shadows.

Not apparently addled is she at the core
Which proves some first impressions are hastily made.
Capable with her intellect, balanced she knows
So that it and her feelings she can juxtapose
As she needs for each circumstance carefully weighed
In the light of her presence that none can ignore.

The Compassionate Warrior

Empathic Independence

Women are most compelling and independent.
Not in need of a male anchor with a short chain,
They’ve evolved into citizens and wise leaders.
A man’s compassion cannot be greater than hers.
Recognizing her presence, true balance we’ll gain
And the good grace of what our values represent.

Somewhat like Esmeralda, outspoken and strong,
Hate and discrimination women don’t accept
Against themselves nor others. Their magical gifts
Create law from a place where the spirit uplifts
The best human resource. For too long it’s been kept
A grotesque machine structure where most don’t belong.

Bravery, sense of humor, and empathy for
Those she has taken charge of are traits to behold
In one physical presence elected to be
Ballistic of intelligence effectively.
It is right that the statue retain the blindfold
But the woman of justice is meant to see more.

 If two dicks by the hand is worth one anywhere
There may be a bush burning way out of control,
Then strong cunt stands for country and proper respect
For the laws of our nation. The need to protect
What we almost lost grip of is now in our soul.
True women are the part of us who teach us care.

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.

Real Knowledge

Lessons of Heart and Soul

Mysteries to be solved with someone are divine
In the comfort of home in the warmth of loved ones.
What one learns becomes magic. Suspense and surprise
Punctuate the eternity with opened eyes.
We become, as we’re teaching our daughters and sons,
Elevated in spirit. The lesson is fine.

Between lines there is nuance – proverbial space
Where the obvious veers just a little off course
Through the imagination to deeper insight.
And the voice’s vibration is felt with delight.
We learn how to portray our most positive force
Through our practice with others. We then live in grace.

Deep connections between mind and soul manifest
For exchange in the story as it is for real
To both student and teacher. Those willing to share
Special moments are healthier because they care
About themselves and others and how we all feel.
Ties we have become sacred, therefore they are blessed.

We create our curricula as the soul needs
For its tailor made lessons for itself and those
Who become its dear students. The mission is clear
If I missed it before. It’s to mitigate fear
First in myself, then others. This is, I suppose,
A good piece of Real Knowledge. My rambling proceeds.

Taking Notes

Stimulated Mental Activity

We’ll observe the phenomena from way up high
We breathe in all excitement and radiate far
Throughout all the earth’s fresh air and some not so clean.
All across Mother’s surface we also are seen
To the watchers who see us as something bizarre.
You’re caught up in Her scarred face but we know the sky.

Mercury is Her Messenger. Sounds of the birds
Are an intricate language of elegant grace.
We communicate small talk and thoughts most profound
About your kind and others who freely abound
By Her Majesty’s tolerance. She will embrace
All that come from within Her. Are these soothing words?

Our note taking pragmatic, we go here and there
Collecting as we chatter. That nature and you
Come to some firm agreement that gives Her some peace
Is our most solemn hope. You may find your release
From your perils if you learn the right things to do.
Take a step toward evolving. We think that is fair.

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.

Personal Sacrifice

Maternal Instinct

Everyone feels maternal every now and then.
It’s nothing about gender but life energy.
It is held in the heart… not so much in the hand.
All those who become nurtured do well understand
How incredibly comforting such warmth can be.
Loved are those who are mothered again and again.

Inner harmony accents togetherness time.
The path of least resistance is most favored then.
We are rendered enabled, serene and secure
When caressed by the kindness of love that is pure.
Women seem to perfect this much better than men
Yet we all have it in us. Such peace is sublime.

People are highly sensitive whether or not
We can choose to believe it and work to enhance
What’s been given to us as a tool to be used
As a means of support when the ego is bruised
Or whenever one feels it’s the right circumstance
To become more enlightened. We’re all that we’ve got.

Wrapped Up

Welcome Home!

There are needs of the many. To those I must serve.
In performance of duty my loyalty lies
On the path I have chosen. For that I am proud.
Does it mean that my precious one I’ll not enshroud
With unending devotion? The look in her eyes
After long times away is what I do preserve.

It feels warm like a blanket… At least it once did.
Yet I still get that closeness from others like me
Who have fallen in love with impossible dreams
And from those whom I care for. Indeed my heart beams
With the strength of fulfillment. My firm memory
Of Good Order and Discipline cannot be hid.

I believe in my country. Its flag is my shield.
It protects my democracy more than is seen
On its battle-scarred surface and once virgin womb.
My commander in chief is a deal made with doom
So maintaining morale is most vital hygiene
As the soul of a nation is yet to be healed.

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.

Integral Support

Earthly Providence

When I’m feeling upbeat I know I have support
From a world made prepared for my every ascent.
Expanding my horizons, opportunities
To climb higher, I manifest with greater ease.
Social recognition may highlight each event
But I’ll not be entrapped by motives of that sort.

I feel much optimism. This time is sublime.
My domestic and daily routines run smoothly.
I’m in touch with the feminine from a male space.
What could be more enthralling! The scent of pure grace
Is the essence of living, as far as I see.
Integral in its manner, life sanctifies time.

Life is not always lofty. The times may be hard
As they punctuate sequence and give it contrast.
So, this time I will cherish and log it here well
Where the imperfect memory cannot dispel
Having felt such support. And I know it won’t last.
When the message is taken, there’s no disregard.

Brashville Buyline

American Collage

Lay Lady Lay
Lay across my big brass bed.
You say it’s your bed too?
I’ll insist it’s mine instead.
Whatever feminine tricks are up your sleeve
I’ll turn them around, then I’ll make you leave

Lay Lady Lay
Lay across my big brass bed.
Pray Lady Pray
Pray that you don’t live a life of dread,
If things turn out that way
Perhaps it’s best if you were dead.

My mind is dirty and my style is mean
And in the sack I’m a stud muffing machine.

Play Lady Play
Play with yourself a – while.
I’d like to watch as you
Penetrate yourself and smile.

Work yourself into a frenzy and cry out loud
Then I’ll join in and ride the wave
When we get good we can perform for a crowd
We’ll be happy for all we gave.

Pay Lady Pay
Pay some mind to your fine man
In each and every day, let him you really can

I like to see my woman down on her knees
She must give head and swallow too
Our frigging lifestyle is a mental disease
You and I both know it’s true

Stay Lady Stay
Stay as the time is worth your while

Breaking Away

Ease of Escape

Emotions are excitable. I could rebel
Against my quaint surroundings. On impulse I move.
Feeling stuck in my routine, should I break away?
If life were unpredictable I would obey
What my spirit demands. All else I’d disapprove
As would make common sense to the bat out of hell.

There’s a truth in confinement that must come to light.
Clarity, when it’s needed, is brought on by change.
Expectations too dormant don’t make for surprise.
If I want to stay healthy, I must realize
That disruptions are blessings, although it sounds strange
To the robotic nature that cannot know right.

I’m at ease with what is now, but not without stress.
This odd mix can’t do much but short circuit my will.
Restlessness is relentlessly up in my face
Showing me other rainbows I may care to chase.
Please don’t try to restrain me or make me sit still.
My response may be shocking and to the excess.

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.

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.