Sometimes I cry, mostly I like myself, frequently I like others, and usually I smile. Sometimes I get pissed, sometimes I get silly, sometimes I get tongue-tied. I am passively up for anything, and cautiously adventurous.
..poem"Women are Hungry"
Women are hungry. They be hoes, They be sittin on
your stoop waiting to drink your beer. Eat Your Food.
Suck your dick. Women are hungry. They need your
favorite shirt your leather jacket a house a car
they just neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
And they wanna tell you things. Pretty little things
about the light in your eyes and the feel of your thighs
they wanna shave your balls. Wanna know all your
masturbatory nightmares, about every clit you ever
licked every ass you ever eyed so they can slice them
all to ribbons. They're insatiable. It's biological.
They just want and want and stretch their yearning arms
at you their insatiable envelopes gawking open mouthed
must have must have must have it you now
whoremothergoddesspreistessconvictjailer
needyneedyneedyneedy
need your sperm need your job need space. Need more
impossible paint for another impossible face. Blackened
purple eyes and concrete sharpened nails. Puffy crimson
lips. The beaten look, that's it. Already been hit.
Well feed me. Feed me beer and cigarettes and dead idols
who make me feel like I might have a reason to die too.
Give me war and Coca-Cola and the promise of another
American Chance. Give me another good song to dance to.
Tell me I'm not fat. Tell me my tits are jewels, my
nipples gumdrops. Tell me we can pay the rent tomorrow.
Tell me we are just like John and Yoko, only I get to
die first, o.k.? I get to be the one they light the candles
for in Central Park, o.k.?
Fuck women. They are such sluttish catfight evil bitches
every one of them. Beware. Beware. They know what they
are doing. Does that scare you? Are you scared?
Women are hungry. Hungry for balance. I been called a
whore so many times I guess I am one. And it's not you
personally I want anything out of it's the world. The
world owes me big time. The world leaves me hungry.
----------Dominique Lowell-----------
You are The Empress
Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.
The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.
The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.
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THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH
The saddest man on Earth...
ignored how the rain felt
as he left home
for the last time
Wore down
his boot heels
searching for the woman
of his dreams
but never understood
that life is a woman
Lived in a town
where sadness was illegal
and where grinning
cops ticketed his face
so often
that he lost his license
to cry
The saddest man
on Earth
tuned guitars
but couldn't play them
cheated the IRS
of his own refund
fathered a child
who thought she saw
him in perfect strangers
yet didn't recognize
him face to face
I met him once
in a bar
toasting the mirror
with his stare
He had come
south to start
life over
He was a
Mozart of silence.
-Alan Kaufman
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