Relationships

[creativesoul]

on an open sea rather cold
He looked at her with eyes of gold
She was to him
A mere vagina
Somewhere brween me and mine uh
Then a clap of thunder
Got rolled over
Dynamite
Yeah the stuff that blws shit up
All that lust and stuff

Yeah fucks shit up
Sometime ago i thought it might be best
To give that puppy a rest


13 years later
Im still good
Just not really in the mood
For anything rude or crude
no need to
Pick up some dude
Now
With all my heart
I wish thst this new start
Be the very spirit of love

[jackofnightmares]

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive.

My last vagina was 52 years ago. Sometimes when I get lonely I go on Fakebook and look at her now. I never feel an urge to reach out to her. I am just grateful to see her smiling face and that she survived me. Survived our 3 scarlet letters. Acid, adultery and abortion.

For the past 47 years I been trying to cash in on it by writing the great American hyper-trash novel about sex, drugs and rock and roll. I call it Spider Love, have you ever made love to a black widow spider? The sweetest orgasm I ever had. But not worth what she went through.
Doreen sorry about the sock but you know I ain't right.

Jana, thank you for the poem.

[creativesoul]

So I’m waiting

For the novel
About sex drugs and rockn roll…

Don’t forget to mention that it is important to address
And unpack these dark moist places ..

[creativesoul]

So funny

[stilltrucking]

Gypsyjoker

amusement bemusement


I have a 20 year relationship women members of studio eight
I would walk through hell on Sunday just to amuse them. I hear music in their laughter

[creativesoul]

now that is a good dancer

[stilltrucking]

any chance to dance
they say time and chance happen to all men
November 22, 1963
when one ex-marine in Dallas with a rifle almost made me commit suicide by matricide
I was listening to my Rose of Agudas Achim death rattle.

"The mother is the first awesome miracle that haunts the child his whole life, whether he lives within her powerful aura or rebels against it."
The Denial of Death. Ernest Becker

November 22, 1963 when one ex-mare
Suicide by Matricide
Never forget the feel of her throat between my hands and the expression on her face
no fear, only sadness
it stopped me
struck me like 2by4 upside my head
I left her house for nine years I did not see her Until 1973 when we spent all not talking me tripping on acid and her tripping on the real thing, love of her child.
I have this quirk of falling in love with paper dolls with their hearts on my sleeve
dont mean nothing just a late night jitterbug keyboarding as if I was wireman, or st jack
How many serial murderers start out by killing their mothers, the jack of nightmares wondered?

[creativesoul]

I’m not sure how many.. but since my mamas football coach husband died
I don’t trust myself not to throw my mother
Off her 13 th floor condominium balcony
If she hit me once
I would have to do it

[stilltrucking]

Eely Tenacles
My Mother My Self
I used to go to women's lib meetings so I could pick up chiks.
is a rose is a woman is a sister is a mother, grandmother, aunt or niece.
I suppose the text drugs sex and rock and roll is my vision of a novel called The Magician of Lublin.
st jack has his vision of redemption that would be mine too
.

[creativesoul]

amen