Wednesday, November 30, 2011
MEMORIES
Memories of crystal drops
Undulating across lavender fields
Echo thru the chamber of my being
Then explode into the myth
Low down a loathsome thought
Lust smashes thru and siezes my vunerable parts
Prayer saves me
God's grace penetrates every orifice
Congregated gruppies consult
Specialist for relief from
Mental hemmroids
Sounds of chatter shatter the steel of the night
Darkness envelopes
Paranoia deploys pedals of power
Invigorated vixens are shafted
In the valley of heavenly delights
Nightly
Mounds of heaving heated flesh
Surge against each other
Like long lost continents
Surging, purging, wrestling with the best
Steel swords plunge deep into the wetness
As primal screams come from beneath
Lust dominates
Animals copulate
A moment
The loop de loop
Whoop de whoop
Did Custer die for this
Maybe we should have offered them
Creamed spinach
Undulating across lavender fields
Echo thru the chamber of my being
Then explode into the myth
Low down a loathsome thought
Lust smashes thru and siezes my vunerable parts
Prayer saves me
God's grace penetrates every orifice
Congregated gruppies consult
Specialist for relief from
Mental hemmroids
Sounds of chatter shatter the steel of the night
Darkness envelopes
Paranoia deploys pedals of power
Invigorated vixens are shafted
In the valley of heavenly delights
Nightly
Mounds of heaving heated flesh
Surge against each other
Like long lost continents
Surging, purging, wrestling with the best
Steel swords plunge deep into the wetness
As primal screams come from beneath
Lust dominates
Animals copulate
A moment
The loop de loop
Whoop de whoop
Did Custer die for this
Maybe we should have offered them
Creamed spinach
PALE GREY MIST
Love is a tower of power
Standing erect in the sky
While seagulls swirl thru
The pale grey mist of memories
A certain woman is on my mind
Sometimes
I contemplate the lotus feet of God
Amber waves of grain
Crash upon the shore of my soul
And fill the void of my yearning
Reasons for being stand to be counted
All are found wanting
I talk, I exist in memories of pale gray mist
Movie crews reel in rolls of tourist
From bloody boards
Carnival lights blink in the night
Only God knows the darkness of my soul
Seas of semen squirt
From enormous erections
Returning my attention forever and again
To my strawberry blond friend
Why pretend I love her and it
Till the end
Secret sins win again
Standing erect in the sky
While seagulls swirl thru
The pale grey mist of memories
A certain woman is on my mind
Sometimes
I contemplate the lotus feet of God
Amber waves of grain
Crash upon the shore of my soul
And fill the void of my yearning
Reasons for being stand to be counted
All are found wanting
I talk, I exist in memories of pale gray mist
Movie crews reel in rolls of tourist
From bloody boards
Carnival lights blink in the night
Only God knows the darkness of my soul
Seas of semen squirt
From enormous erections
Returning my attention forever and again
To my strawberry blond friend
Why pretend I love her and it
Till the end
Secret sins win again
PENILE POETS
Penile poets penetrate
The open orifice of my mind
In what was once water
Now leaping lizards play
Where poets use to lay
In the valley of earthly pleasure
Really heavenly delight
Will the humongous jade stem
Penetrate tonight
Will pleasure buttons
Squeal with delight
Will a woman's scream split the night, tonight
Oh so right
Just a little to the right
Tonight
Will we make whoope tonight
Climb to new hieghts tonight
Whoope
Whoope
Whoope
The open orifice of my mind
In what was once water
Now leaping lizards play
Where poets use to lay
In the valley of earthly pleasure
Really heavenly delight
Will the humongous jade stem
Penetrate tonight
Will pleasure buttons
Squeal with delight
Will a woman's scream split the night, tonight
Oh so right
Just a little to the right
Tonight
Will we make whoope tonight
Climb to new hieghts tonight
Whoope
Whoope
Whoope
SATIN PASSION
Like a lead wieght
On a fisherman's line
Going down, down
Ever deeper
Into the essensce of my being
Where I searched
The corners of my soul
For a grain of truth
Awakening cobwebs
Of conciousness are
Wiped clean
So the bride of life
Can be seen in her
Satin passion
Crimson passions
Flair in my genetiles
Words of the almighty mantra
Await the chance to
Sooth the wound
Soon, very soon
It will be noon
On a fisherman's line
Going down, down
Ever deeper
Into the essensce of my being
Where I searched
The corners of my soul
For a grain of truth
Awakening cobwebs
Of conciousness are
Wiped clean
So the bride of life
Can be seen in her
Satin passion
Crimson passions
Flair in my genetiles
Words of the almighty mantra
Await the chance to
Sooth the wound
Soon, very soon
It will be noon
SHUT UP
Instead of cringing in the corner
Senseless acts of beauty spiraled
Into the oblivion of my mind
Violating the sanctity of of my imperiled
Pregnancy while squirting red hot
Shots of passion on the front of my pants
I stand in dumb struck awe waiting
For the dawn to silently reveal the
Dimensions of the enormous orb
Threatened like a mountain
Squealed like a squirrel
I contemplate my navel
As a crimson tide smothers
My resistance to love
Senseless acts of beauty spiraled
Into the oblivion of my mind
Violating the sanctity of of my imperiled
Pregnancy while squirting red hot
Shots of passion on the front of my pants
I stand in dumb struck awe waiting
For the dawn to silently reveal the
Dimensions of the enormous orb
Threatened like a mountain
Squealed like a squirrel
I contemplate my navel
As a crimson tide smothers
My resistance to love
THE MAILMAN
Coagulated conciousness
Waited in the wings of my awareness
While progressive chickens plucked
Plenty of peanuts
From the pie in the sky
Enlightened worms fainted
In the hallways
Awful animals invited
Disaster to watch the
Bar-B-Q at the church
Next Sunday
Passionate pink pineapples
Painted ponies that
Farted furiously
When the mailman came
In his pants
Waited in the wings of my awareness
While progressive chickens plucked
Plenty of peanuts
From the pie in the sky
Enlightened worms fainted
In the hallways
Awful animals invited
Disaster to watch the
Bar-B-Q at the church
Next Sunday
Passionate pink pineapples
Painted ponies that
Farted furiously
When the mailman came
In his pants
Monday, November 28, 2011
WANTON AWARENESS
Wanton awareness siezed the moment of quickening passages
But phased out of reality
Pregnant with possibilities I gazed into the void of my being
While crimson passions cringed in the corner, singed with desire
Wet with anticipation I reversed the direction of my sanity
Only to encounter the opposite opposition
They made a proposition to my next position
On the far side of the third moon, to the left of central
Significant, significance played no significant role
In the release of the drug prisoners
Inside cries out to rectify the anal situation
Screeching in the deep, blue, black, dark I call your name
Cum play with me. Pass the seed of desire
Let passion reign like fire but tire not when the flame is hot
Flamed with desire the frog of passion croaked a sentence
GRIP IT
Consumed with consumation no less the thought
Police engaged in costly ethnic cleansing
When my contact lenses were returned from the cleaners
I could see the lavender mist evaporate
Like so much salt and peanuts
Un-informed sources sucked volumes of scummy scum
Fat girls did calistenics on my ding dong
Till I thought it was gone
My mind wandered, so I followed it
Too late I discovered it was lost
The Buddha on the right mooned me twice
In one night
First left, and then right I was sure it was a gift, or what?
The guru counseled caution
Famous cartoons don't always count coupons you know
So think about what your doing and who your screwing
Because if you be doing what your ain't supposed to be doing
Goes round cums round more than you think
I think you stink
A Chinese cluster fuck circled like a halo
Slightly above my eyebrows
My eyes were electrified by the jeweled rhino of heaven park
Stark naked with desire, fiegned with truth
I mimicked the pink panther
While darning my socks
Whole holes, not just half holes and ass holes
Point to various conclusions, some of ruinous nature
The seven o'clock news traveled thru my head
A truck in the Holland tunnel
Not to mention the weasel in the hen house
Of half naked whores
All panting in unison as if some cosmic trigger
Was tripping their collective trigger
Bubble gum plugging up my nose
Couldn't make me remember more than I wanted too
If only Nixon were here to help us squeak by
Awkward moment when thought erect with interest
Penetrate various velvet vaginas and
Flagerantly squirt squalid masses of purple passion
Squeezed like a zit
Orange like orange
I station my pregnancy meter on the out skirts of desolation
Un-able to concieve of the concept of conception
Mighty immaculate and the way very little
Ray played with inebreated crabs
Michael Jackson was jealous
Liz Taylor polished the cast of her emancipation
Who by the way diddled the daisies and molested the violets
With soft breath and shadows of water birds
Nesting close, but not to close to the flame of truth
The whooping crane was on the train
Counting nose of horney hampsters
Fueled with intense heat
Superman butt fucked the universal joint of
A Toyota pick up truck
Peering up the alley I saw a figure approach
The bag lady with a confused attitude
My exhaust pipe was over extended
Chrome but not pretentious
Pretenders pretended not to pretend
But mom didn't mind
It was the way of the casino of vaugeness
Revolved around nothing
Nothing know anyway
But phased out of reality
Pregnant with possibilities I gazed into the void of my being
While crimson passions cringed in the corner, singed with desire
Wet with anticipation I reversed the direction of my sanity
Only to encounter the opposite opposition
They made a proposition to my next position
On the far side of the third moon, to the left of central
Significant, significance played no significant role
In the release of the drug prisoners
Inside cries out to rectify the anal situation
Screeching in the deep, blue, black, dark I call your name
Cum play with me. Pass the seed of desire
Let passion reign like fire but tire not when the flame is hot
Flamed with desire the frog of passion croaked a sentence
GRIP IT
Consumed with consumation no less the thought
Police engaged in costly ethnic cleansing
When my contact lenses were returned from the cleaners
I could see the lavender mist evaporate
Like so much salt and peanuts
Un-informed sources sucked volumes of scummy scum
Fat girls did calistenics on my ding dong
Till I thought it was gone
My mind wandered, so I followed it
Too late I discovered it was lost
The Buddha on the right mooned me twice
In one night
First left, and then right I was sure it was a gift, or what?
The guru counseled caution
Famous cartoons don't always count coupons you know
So think about what your doing and who your screwing
Because if you be doing what your ain't supposed to be doing
Goes round cums round more than you think
I think you stink
A Chinese cluster fuck circled like a halo
Slightly above my eyebrows
My eyes were electrified by the jeweled rhino of heaven park
Stark naked with desire, fiegned with truth
I mimicked the pink panther
While darning my socks
Whole holes, not just half holes and ass holes
Point to various conclusions, some of ruinous nature
The seven o'clock news traveled thru my head
A truck in the Holland tunnel
Not to mention the weasel in the hen house
Of half naked whores
All panting in unison as if some cosmic trigger
Was tripping their collective trigger
Bubble gum plugging up my nose
Couldn't make me remember more than I wanted too
If only Nixon were here to help us squeak by
Awkward moment when thought erect with interest
Penetrate various velvet vaginas and
Flagerantly squirt squalid masses of purple passion
Squeezed like a zit
Orange like orange
I station my pregnancy meter on the out skirts of desolation
Un-able to concieve of the concept of conception
Mighty immaculate and the way very little
Ray played with inebreated crabs
Michael Jackson was jealous
Liz Taylor polished the cast of her emancipation
Who by the way diddled the daisies and molested the violets
With soft breath and shadows of water birds
Nesting close, but not to close to the flame of truth
The whooping crane was on the train
Counting nose of horney hampsters
Fueled with intense heat
Superman butt fucked the universal joint of
A Toyota pick up truck
Peering up the alley I saw a figure approach
The bag lady with a confused attitude
My exhaust pipe was over extended
Chrome but not pretentious
Pretenders pretended not to pretend
But mom didn't mind
It was the way of the casino of vaugeness
Revolved around nothing
Nothing know anyway
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
PREDICTION
PREDICTION
This is an easy one
ALF
Predicts that Dan Jacobson will
"LOOSE"
his election bid.
Anybody who disagrees can put their money
where their mouth is
......Capt Flash
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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