I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
The holidays are drawing near and this year I am winding down
Ever
So
Slowly
Until my entire crazy fortress is closed and totally grounded
Hounded
By all of the addicts and the ghouls that crowd their barren skies
Searching
For anyone whose lies have not forced them into chaos
They have all been seeing me as a pathetic soul
Or, at least it seems like that sometimes
I think that what they must have been seeing was that nagging succubus that chases all of my warriors away from my forbidden fantasies just to try to keep me away from the boys
It annoys the living fuck out of me
Recently, the scenario has become even sicker
This time around, the harpie is his so-called mother who I assumed would never have expected me to ask her "may I?"
One day, in the midst of our beautiful, long awaited rapture, a raptor came down out of the sky to re-capture my lover, its prey..
You would think that it would rather have carried me away in its talons to tear me into a million meaty threads
Instead, it took my man, who she thinks is her sexual savior
She paid good money to adopt her baby boy, who then had a life expectancy to possibly outlive her cat
Then, reality and common sense shocked the unhappy couple into the reality that their investment had nine lives
Each one of them producing a stronger, more-advanced, well-adapted being
Now she sees him as her man
Repressed by false dogmas that forced Rosey Palm and her five sisters to travel down to her clitoris so that she could stroke her ego into thinking that she has the right to decide now where it is that I should stand...
Wrong bitch!
I am a goddess
I am a woman
My body is not that of a man, but a rare and cherished breed on the verge of extinction
That is what they told me when I was sky clad
Held captive
Exposed, in front of all of those delicious men
I think it was then when I snapped to the reason why I am always gawked at by a million idiots
Studied so closely by straight gangsters
Why all of my lovers have neglected to inform me and my stalkers have made sure to make it clear
I am, indeed, a perfect ten...
11/13/2013
- Author: LIGHT WARRIOR ( Offline)
- Published: March 16th, 2017 13:38
- Comment from author about the poem: This one is very intense and I thought I would brief you all on what was going on with me when it was written.. I was going through it with my ex again..we had moved back in together as friends and his mother went out of her way to put us at odds...She is a sick woman with beliefs that are shrouded by black magic. For years, it seemed like I was forced to compete with her for the love of her adopted son....which is sick to say the least. Today, we are again at odds and I have chosen to finally let him go all together. It is a fight I will never win... Besides, there are thousands of guys out there
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