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Party Pinata

 

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Mexican Pinata

(image from fiestapinata.com)

 

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Hung low 

upon the strongest branch

of your oak tree,

I allowed my own slaughter,

our blindfolded children

you and that other woman

so kindly raised to master 

use of your verbal machetes, 

you spun them

'round and 'round with twisted truths,

cunningly directed them for many years,

by your pathetic, hopeless fears,

with skillful cowardice,

weilding their innocence

to carve the gashes just so,

slicing me open,

like a party pinata 

at a reunion,

you. 

 

and your sick family,

you always used to say

how much you hated being 

outnumbered by women 

growing up,

i hang lifeless now

in their eyes,

from the butchering,

the tree branches curved,

and the leaves withered,

and as my blood drips down 

to feed your roots,

 the only scintilla 

of honesty you seem to 

be able to muster from all those years,

 --that you have not changed at all,

and for myself, 

my once empty hand is full of

what is left,

--only compassion for you,

feeling what it must be like 

to be you,

and who i was 

long ago.

 

2:34 AM 8/13/2013 ©

 

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Lust

 

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"L U S T"

OOOOhhhhhh, my goodness!

 

Just the word, the very sound of "lust",

Makes the young man's pant zipper feel it will bust!

Why is lust such a forbidden thought?

And causes the fear of God--is it what they were taught?

Lust is a word that is changing in meaning,

And some at the sound of it, sets their eyes gleaming,

They associate with sex, this word we use, "lust",

And right away, they picture a vagina, a penis, or a bust,

But truth really is, many things can be thought with its' use,

A lust for knowledge or power, can also be an abuse,

Some religions say that lust is any "wanting" we have,

Or a human who has sexual intercourse with a cat or a calve,

Other religions will tell you, that unless you have sex to impregnate,

It then becomes lusting, and your worthiness, it will complicate,

"Simple fornication" is to have sex for enjoyment,

Don't tell at heaven's gate, because hell will be your deployment,

Someone said, "Sex without love is just lust",

But there are many babies born from this, who I do declare are the cutest!!

A deep desire, is lust, that controls the emotion,

So masturbation is lust, yes, even if you use holy lotion,

I am thinking that every human being on earth lusts something,

Some lust for winning, and some lust for hunting,

Another lusts for cutting, and another for food,

We all lust, we're human, we're like animals, we're crude,

To live in moderation is the best we can do,

With balance we learn what lust is, different for me, than it is for you.

So to hell with these books, because. they all say a different thing,

Lust can even be loving too much--or giving too much if it's to that which you cling,

Any thought in excess, no matter how reverent you try,

Can turn quickly to lust, in the blink of an eye,

Just live in the moment, with the eyes of a child,

Don't ever seduce your spouse, or by you, they'll be beguiled?

Don't ever have fun, because that would be lusting,

To tell you the truth, I think this is all quite disgusting,

Maybe just crawl into a hole in a neat little ball,

Cause the way the species is going, lust will be the death of us all.

You have to figure it out for yourself, just listen with an open mind,

Don't go to either extreme, and you'll be just fine.

 

6:35 PM 8/5/2013  ©

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Do you think I covered all the bases without making it something it is not? LOL What is lust to you? That is what matters, if you ask me.

Washable Ink.

I'll write your name upon this paper

next to mine in a heart

with forever as a waver

till death do us part

 

Mrs. Insert your name here

that's the way it should've been

your name, now a puddle from tears

written with the ink of a washable pen

 

what happened to the fairy tale

I never did believe

until the day I looked in your blue eyes

and saw what could be

now my dream is just a dream

that will never come true

because a fairy tale won't happen

if there is no you

 

now I spend my nights alone

wishing I was her

and all day I stare at my phone

hoping to see your number

 

that new girl, she's the lucky one

I hope she knows what she has

because for you, I'd give the sun

for one more night in your hands


My Other Half

You are the logic to my fantasy,
The humor to my furrowed brow,
You opened my eyes so I could see,
And made my frown turn upside down.
I love you so much it aches,
But not in a sorrowful way,
Like the feeling you get when
Someone takes your breath away.
For these reasons I see you,
Not as better, oh no....
You are my other half...
The one who makes me whole.
Brandy Noelle Souza
7-15-2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my husband

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my answer is yes

My answer is yes
I want to runway together
I want to be with you forever
Because I love you

My answer is yes
I want to do something crazy
I want to be stupid
Because I want to be remembered

My answer is yes
I want to change my life
I want to be someone else
Because I hate who I’ve become

My answer is yes
I want to be happy again
I want to smile
Because I want to be your world

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marriage

one out of
every two
means to me
that we need
to start trying
to accept each
other for
what we are,
or just stop
doing it.

 

6:10 PM 5/6/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

about males and females.

conjugal visit

the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is dedicated to all the brothers and sisters incarcerated..

Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
To: Love bug
Alcona, innisfil, ontario
 
March 18th 2013
Today I release a message in a bottle, from the shores of Internet sea. Pass it along with hopes of finding its way to her. When she sees it she will know its for her. Will my message arrive? When? By who's hands will it be delivered? So much mystery. Thinking of you always....
 

I love her eyes

But it's no surprise 
My death was inevitable
 
They have changed
Her view is deranged
I'm no longer lovable
 
I could get her back
Rebuild qualities I lack
Even alone that would net a gain
 
If I sit tight
I could win this fight
We may be a family again
 
I want her to say
Before my dying day
That I am father of the year
 
I love our son
He is the one
Who will change the path I steer
 
What I thought wouldn't cease
It was just a tease
What I could have if I was a better man
 
I made my mistakes
Again and again for gods sake
Why can't I just stick to my plan
 
I tried my best
To be better than the rest
But always caused myself to bleed
 
Held on so tight
Tried to make it right
Wonder if ill ever succeed 
 
I want to tell her my thoughts
How I love and miss her lots
Hard to do what is best for me
 
We both made our choice
Despite all the noise
Of others opinions spoke in harmony
 
Chased her for years
Tried to take away her tears
I need to let her love me
 
Love me for me
Not what I make her believe
When I try so hard not to be
 
An actor who shows
Her what she already knows
Is inside my heart of stone
 
If I put on a play
Plan everything  I say
All fakers end up alone
 
Ill step back a minute
Watch her go fight and win it
I need to get her out of my head
 
Climb from the hole I have dug 
Free to fly my love bug
No longer tangled up in my web
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

Facade of a clown

Seems I worry for no reason.. I fall asleep wishing for a change of season.. 

so much for surrounding yourself with "people that care" ..  we all need some fucking fresh air.

 

in matrimony you bled, everything twisted backwards..

you fled, flew away from your mistake..

she hurt you, it's something that can't be erased..

newly wed, lay in bed... with sorrow written all over your face.

 

was I but your placid escape..? like a rope thrown out to sea, for you who was drowning..

age doesn't matter, because who was counting..?

 

my thigh hurts now.. at least it's only my fault, & no one else.

funny how when people hurt you, they blame you for it..

& when you hurt them unintentionally, they still place blame.

either way, it's all the same.

so that's why I alone, will be the one to hurt myself.

you just stay the fuck away.

the damage is already done, no need for you to put me down.. i'm not a silly clown..

your laughter brings disgrace... I want to rip out your teeth... 

everything you've said to me won't be tossed to the side so willingly..

but i'll try to forget.. & let God take care of my revenge. 

 

whatever you've inflicted upon me, will come back to you.. 

you think you're so righteous, so holy.. the one & only...

you think you've crushed me...

silence will be my greatest defense.. a smile will be my shield..

i'll carry a knife, dug within this heart..

& next time you start, i'll dig it right into you.

 

this battle is far beyond our comprehension.. it's between the angels & demons, God & the devil..

so it might not look like i'm doing anything.. but I have both on my side, both defending me.

because he who knows the war runs deeper then words..

deeper then feeling.. deeper then anything you could possibly see..

will be the one winning. 

the angels know what you've done.. they touch my hand, to re-assure me of their loyalty..

the demons have a chamber for you, down in hell.. you'll be put to work, under a spell..

 

my fragile existence will not crumble..

this crippled mind will not give in... 

you'll be entranced by the spell of eternal misery...

working to pay back the debts you owe, to those whom you've put down..

criticised, judged... beneath that facade, you're the clown..