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Gender Raiment [Love Trilogy II]

2012/03/09 in Connectin', Cyberlit, Panther Modern, Poetry, Poetry
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And now for things that are harder to say

I will start with what comes easy

for I know

that we as people

We fall in love with each other

We do not fall in Love with a Gender

For the idea of Gender is the creation of men

and does not reflect the Truth

Each of our bodies are made to accommodate the love of either MALE or FEMALE

For all of the organs we use for Sex

We use for waste as well, there is Gender Equality

And from all we gain, either relief or pleasure

And we are at once Man and Woman

When it comes to sex

For when a man is penetrated, he derives pleasure from penetration

For there is pleasure in penetration

Climbing the mount to the Ultimate Climax

It may please, though one cannot routinely reach the summit

Again Gender

For there are men whom embody women and give off their scent

And to them, Man will have an even greater attraction

Than to her, cloaked in the female form

And they know not why

But it is fair to say that our opposite forms attract each other

And it is fair to say, there is good reason for this

And it is fair to say, that man and woman should procreate

But then these things have nothing to do with love and the joining of souls

To bring life into being is apart from these matters.

It is a favor for friends

for in each that is born

The soul of an old Love is reintroduced into this wonderful world

And this new reborn soul will live with or without LOVE and NURTURING

From them that bore them or sowed their seed

It is the initial sacrifice, to create and carry that was your debt

It is LOVE for humanity, culled from your trip to hell, that bends your heart to care for one entering

A cold world with no one at their side

But it is not fair

It is not just

to declare WHOM or WHAT

ONE must like or LOVE

These cannot extend in one direction and not another

For this world is full of variety

And just as a man may be drawn to a woman of Red Hair and Pale complexion

So he may be drawn to a woman of Jet

And so a woman may desire a man who be tall with dark features

She may also be drawn to one who is short and mild

And so a MAN may be drawn to a MAN

Who is unlike himself, whether he be soft or rough

And so a WOMAN may be drawn to a WOMAN

that is unlike her

But if they sought what they seek in the opposite sex

They very well may find them

Or they may NOT

It is just the world conspiring to have more

More of us

that it may marvel at our works

and one day tell the universe of this most BEAUTIFUL MOTHER

and RADIANT and watchful FATHER

And we will be CLOAKED

In GENDER RAIMENT

For it is a beautiful frock

And when removed

WE REVEAL OUR BEAUTIFUL STOCK

The Lover’s Gospel [The Eternal Couple] Part IV

2012/03/09 in Connectin', Cyberlit, Mise En Tete
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Fidel sighs and sits up.  Marge gets up and grabs her purse, which is sitting next to the couch.

She fishes her cell phone out and answers it.

MARGE (on the phone)

Hey, John…  No after work me and Norma decided to get some coffee…  I’m actually in the bathroom…  I’ll be home in a couple of hours… Yes…  Do you want me to bring some food?  Okay… Yes… No… That’s a good idea, why don’t you rent one?

Fidel gets up from the couch and paces behind it, wrapped in his sheet.

MARGE (on the phone)

I don’t want to talk about that right now… You know how I feel…  I’ll be home in a little while… Okay… I said okay, I’ll talk to you later.

Marge hangs up the phone.

Scene II

Fidel is leaning against the back of the couch with his back to the audience.  Marge is sitting on the couch facing the audience.

Marge has her compact out and is inspecting her face.

MARGE

I have to go soon.

Fidel slumps a bit, crestfallen.

FIDEL

Yeah, I know.

MARGE

He’s home.  I don’t love him any more but I don’t want to hurt him.

FIDEL

Yeah.

MARGE

Come here, baby.  Come hold me.

Fidel steps over the back of the couch and sits down, Marge moves him with light physical suggestion so that he sits with his back to the arm and she gets between his legs and covers herself with his arms.

MARGE

I love you.

FIDEL

I love you.

MARGE

I love how you never say, I love you too.’  That’s such a cop, it sounds like a lie.

FIDEL

I have my own love for you that generates from my heart.  I didn’t have to learn to love you; I didn’t fall in love with you because you were in love with me.  I love you.

MARGE

I just have to go soon.

FIDEL

I understand.

MARGE

Ugh, oh my God.  We had a class together and I was away from home really for the first time.  John and I were cool, we used to see each other at all the parties.

Marge sighs and shakes her head.

MARGE

He wasn’t at… that party; I didn’t see him there.  I don’t think they were letting too many guys into that one anyway.  Maybe that’s why…

FIDEL

You don’t have to explain it to me, Marge.  You met him the way people meet, it’s okay.

MARGE

I just want to explain it, Cass.  Just let me tell it.

FIDEL

Okay, love.

We hear party SOUNDS, YELLING, LAUGHING.  We hear MUSIC, BASS and we hear FRATBOY CHEERING.

MARGE

Well it was after that party… After– after it happened, just the usual Frat Boy pranking, I guess.  After that I wasn’t even sure I wanted a guy to touch me anymore.  It wasn’t violent or anything just… something I could never have back, a feeling, a perception… Those kind of guys, those guys are such bastards.

Marge moves to wipe her eyes; Fidel squeezes her a little tighter and caresses her hair.

MARGE

John and I were doing a multimedia project together and just became friends.  He never really tried to put any moves on me or anything.  I started to get over things and go on dates.  It wasn’t really working out though; I couldn’t find that person and I could never figure out why.  There were drop dead gorgeous guys that really wanted to be with me, some older guys, some real cool guys.  Out of all of them though there was something missing.  Then one night John made a move… and I let him.  I think I figured that I would never find that one guy; I should just get back to reality and find a somebody.  I always thought I’d get over it… get over it, you know but I figured if I wait until then…

Marge turns her body into Fidel’s.

MARGE

Why couldn’t I have met you?  You’re the one I was looking for.  I married him because I didn’t meet you… and girls… we’re different; we need security, we look for it.  It’s not always about love.  No one else ever has love, your parents don’t have love; there’s no passion.  Your friends don’t have love.  They only have love in the movies and I always wonder what happens two weeks after the movie ends.  They probably have the same fight that broke them up in the middle of the movie– break up again or just continue the cycle and squeeze out all the passion and poof.  They’re just like everyone else.

 

When It All Goes Wrong Without Love III

2012/02/29 in Connectin', Cyberlit, Poetry
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But them, they talked about her, told her how she cheated on you, how she fucked so many before you, how she wasn’t shit; they’d never fuck with her in a million years, not with a ten foot pole.  But then you found out they all went after her; everyone went after her but they didn’t really want what you had.  They actually wanted her to be as bad as they imagined so they could mistreat her, use her, hurt her and somehow feel better.  Instead of looking for what you found.  But then they were just following what they were told, what the mold should be, to follow in line with Puppy love and Love in general being stupid, gayish and an unrealistic ideal.  Weak, powerless and impotent is the idea of love to them when it is just the opposite.  Your dick was never so hard when you were really in love with that girl.  I know it got pretty stiff after a bunch of beers too.  But your shit was like Voltron when you were in love, yeah?

When you got older you noticed from TV and movies that it was the misogynistic, women beaters and abusers that were truly impotent, weak and powerless.  You figured out all the tricks they used, you found out what they wanted to do to your love.  You found out that chiding adults were regretting love lost and you also discovered that love wasn’t something that everyone had yet to fully realize and feel.  The love that matters in the struggle for your freedom and soul, cliché as that sounds;

 

but muthafucka’ that shit is cliché for a reason.  Your mama may love you, and so may your daddy and others but whose in love with you and who are you in love with?  You better ask yourself that question.  It ain’t never too late but as I always say when I respectfully request something, I would like it sooner rather than later.

When It All gOes Wrong Without Love II

2012/02/28 in Cyberlit, Poetry
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You had to forgive her for questioning your feelings because they were felt so strong between the both of you there was a bit of fear that this powerful phenomenon was the love they throw around so flippantly in TV and movies.  You hadn’t read much literature yet so you didn’t know that the pen could get it right.  Sleepless nights when you had spats and she wouldn’t answer the phone, stomach pains, moaning and crying… well not quite crying cause that was difficult for you to do.  You had feelings and all but crying was grounds for samurai suicide.  When you broke up with her, she called you after the specific number of days, hours or whatever in which she popped into your head.  “What’s she doing right now, whose she with?”  When she pinged you, just to see how you were doing you were happy, played cool but wanted to see her.  When she called back and asked if you wanted to see her.  You wanted to dance like Snoopy.  When you picked her up and saw her.  She looked better than she ever did.  She glowed, she smelled great and you felt the comfort of your bond being restored to a more reasonable length.

When it All Goes Wrong Without Love: Part I of III :)

2012/02/28 in Cyberlit, Poetry
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When it all goes wrong, when it all went wrong; before you knew that people would lie to you, friends would lie to you.  But it wasn’t just lies, that was the tricky part.  Like a cartoon character summoned by the aroma of a fresh baked pie on the window sill, they would lead you astray just to get the thing you were already blessed to have.  But there were two unfortunate items.  The first was, of course, you didn’t know you were blessed to have the thing.  No one told you really, they only discouraged and tried to shake it out of you with dreams of growing up in which all foolish things must be left behind.  So it was obviously fools who defined what was foolish.  The second item was that you figured as bad as they were bad-mouthing the thing you had, they couldn’t possibly want it.  Well yes and no.

 

They called her a ho’ and a slut and a tramp and any man a fool for treating her with any kind of fondness.  Your manhood was of course in question because you were treating said women with much fondness but what did you know?  You had a beautiful girl who wanted to spend every moment with you.  She walked into your high school English class with the boldness of a grifter and told your teacher that there was an emergency and you had to come right that instant.  The teacher saw the earnest expression on her face and called you out.  She’d planned on failing you anyway but it wasn’t like you cared right?  You didn’t care, you were going to rush home to your room with her; slip into your bed and get lost in ecstacy.  But we’re all horny; no, this was something more.  It wasn’t just the act, it was the feeling behind the act, how you looked at her in the dark and her face was a clear picture, it glowed as the moon.  For you it was a reflection of your happiness.  When you told her you loved her it came from a place with no words and was expressed with a feeling that was without doubt.

And Now for Something Completely Different

2012/02/22 in Cyberlife, Cyburreal, Gravity Well
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These Tigers are Made For Walking... and Tai Chi

Alright, alright, Deadorooney has sung a sombre song or two in the last couple of weeks.  HOWEVER, Deadorooney is a creature of the elements and it has been DAMN COLD out in ole Paris (U gotta say it like, ‘Pah-Ree’ d’accord?).  Not to fear for the sun has been peaking out here and there and it’s almost to the point where I can’t sit stuff outside of my window and expect it to be refrigerated.

Stop... Pose!

Ah, to be a Cyberpunkian in Paris, you’ll find no better blend of Goth and Tech than in Paris.  Hotspots abound, everyone is connected.  Characters from William Gibson novels speeding around on scooters with awesome, Cyberhelmets among all of these gilded statues and structures, it is really surreal.

Invasion

This is the home of Space Invader, what’s more Cyberpunk than that?  In between the sheer act of survival, Deadorooney has been having a blast.  Though day to day living makes you live in the moment.  Luckily, I am a mass of technology and can snap some sort of digital replication at a moments notice.  But again, the cold weather will drain your battery faster than a bluetooth exchange.

"Ca Va!"

Anyway, this is Paris and in Paris, everything is done in style and I mean everything and Deadorooney likes style.  Parisans will make anything work (or they can work anything).  There’s just something about a place that can be so accurately represented in film.  I mean like, New York, on TV and Movies you see buildings, a Sea of yellow Cabs and millions of people walking the streets.  If you go to New York, it looks just like that, exactly.  Paris is much the same, everything you see in the movies, it’s all happening just like that… Yes, I saw a Mime… Well wait a minute, there are these pharmacies everywhere, I mean, ridiculous numbers of them, two or three on a block, there are more Green crosses than anything in Paris, even churches.

"~~"

Deadorooney has also been thinking a lot about God.  But you must understand, I don’t think you can go anywhere in Paris and not see the dome of a church jutting up through the tree line or between buildings.  And if not that, then a Mosque or a store window stocked with statues of Ganesh or Krishna.  Paris is something of a Religious nexus, it’s under the skin of this town.  It makes you think.

Bells are a tolling...

And what does it make Deadorooney think?  Life is Grand, I’m high like the kick of a can-can dancer.  Never mind that the world economy is in shambles, deadorooney can still knaw on a baguette and Pickle Al Halal, with cheese of course.  You will find me sipping my “une cafe” INSIDE (damn cold) a cafe, oh, around the less hip parts of town but to my eyes, it’s all Super Cool.  Yes, that is I Deadorooney, who speaketh terrible French and is even too cheap to ride the Metro.  Not like I know where I’m going anyway.

Ticket to Ride

on Terrible Wings

2012/02/21 in Cyberlit, Gravity Well, Poetry, Poetry
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This Tattoo

It was put on backwards

This Tattoo

Every line has formed a raised scar

This was a Family that was given me

But snatched away, only after separating me from my own

On this hand I bare a terrible scar

Upon suggestion of what sort of Warriors we are

This finger will not bend

For those who wield power made sure it would not properly mend

And here is the pain of betrayal

When a finger fixed was a finger fused, yet in still Physical Therapy was prescribed to make an impossible move

And this is my scalp

More devoid of hair, from stress to ensure our protection from foreign danger

And these nuts

that forever itch

I recall a fateful towel swap

And each time I soldier-on

A Greater Hammer swings to fall

For here is a screenplay

Worth a great deal of riches, the top product among all the pitches

And I sit as I watch the deal founder

For I have no voice and only the envy of the founder

And here is a painting

A wonder of works

And there follows the laughter and a great many jokes

And here is my success

As I blaze through the workplace

And here is my face as my good work is made a disgrace

And here is my novel

Blazed across the silver screen, But Alas, no one in the production ever notified me

And each time I soldier-on

A greater Hammer swings to fall

And in my winged sandals

I sidestep the terrible pal

And here is my heart

Broken in two.  No!  Do not turn around, I speak not of you

For that distinction never lies with just one

So fear you not, I’ve not come to see you avenged upon

And there is my peace of mind

Shattered with loud barks and stomps, And if my despair is perceived?

Successful cheers and pomp

And as I soldier-on

A Greater Hammer swings to fall

For infliction of physical pain is nothing at all

When this became true, It was my heart, constantly under attack

For my skin, my talk or the way I walk

And the more I love myself

The more it pains me to talk of all these things that have left their mark

Don’t cry for me or think of flying to my side

I flatter myself with the thought

I will not know, for I will be in a hide

And there are the hearts that I MYSELF have broken

But that was no intention, But now I’m not sure

My sympathy is broken

For I have had a hand at the harsh realties of life

And I too can dispense them with no care for love or life

It’s mean when I do it to them

But to me, it’s only what is right

So now I cannot Soldier-On

Because the road has run out

My only hope is to fly

Or plummet, severely South

But for one to fly

He must first have wings

And I fear, I have grown a pair of TERRIBLE THINGS

But they are STRONG and WHIP the WIND

So strong, in fact, I can keep pace with no Friend

And there is me as I fly alone

And below I let my keen eye

Search for a home, But in truth it is this I know

Down below there is non for me to go

So I must continue to RISE and fly ABOVE

Where those await that which I know not

But Love

And they Love me as well, As I am a missing son

And I enter alone for we can only come

One by One

And I enter alone for we can only come one by one

And here is where my gaze rests, But from here I see the distance is a torrid test

In which I must try my hand

But it is not a test, It is not a competition to see who is best

For all the bad, some was purpose, some was accident

Some I caused, Some could even have been heaven sent

But in the end

It matters not the cause of the Pain we just know we would deign

Not to feel it again

And these thoughts weigh heavy and cause my wings to strain

But I will flap them over and over again

And planes will fly by and passengers will laugh

As my wings Flap and Flap but I make no progress

But alas, the wash of their JET

Propels me to heights not reached as YET

And to the Stratosphere, where the air is much thinner

And the weight of my woes will not be the winner

And I must flap my wings far less

For it is my turn to look down and be impressed

At God’s creation so beautiful and FREE

So minor, I can see, were the things that Hurt ME

And now I glide

I no longer have to flap

So once, twice around, before I narrow the gap

And now from this perspective

My LOVE is recharged ANEW

And now I’m truly ready to commune in LOVE

and HAPPINESS

with

YOU.

ATTENTION: The World is OvEr//

2012/02/07 in Babylon, Cyberlife, Cyberlit, Cyburreal, Dixie Flatlines, Global, Gravity Well, Poetry, Poetry
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//We Turn Now to pOetry//

//As the World ends on schedule//

//You May tune In to Watch said Demise//

//But yOu have Been Watching it all Your life//

//Because NO ONE GENERATION shall own the end//

//No One Generation shall see the end//

//Because the end looks much like the beginning//

//We may only see it when it has past//

//Only then will there be a Mark//

//Feel free to LOVE now//

//You wiLL See That it is OK//

//But they will still try to scare you//

//But it is only a scary mask//

//Behind which is a face that does love//

//And is Loved//

//Those that need hate are not your concern//

//Those that know HaTe are well equipped to deal with their own ilk//

//I repeat, The world is OVEr, Feel Free to LOVE//

//I turn to poetry//

Ouroboros Exchange I

2012/02/04 in Global
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Image

I view the exchange as even

But many see things askew

since we are raised from a certain point of view

and in this, wherein Ouroboros bites Her tail.

@

For to bear a child is to enlist a life long ally

in which to love

And where reciprocation is as death

And of this ilk can numbers be bore

Multiply more and more

And there will be no shortage of man

For which, a seed can be sown

Rather that man be high or low

He alone cannot wholly contain the capacity of his sperm

It gives him pleasure without measure, infinite like the Gods

Even when the effort is small

It nearly drives the species to heights quite tall

@

The feeling is intensified as the circumstance becomes more bizarre

This is where men try to hide who they truly are

But our writers and recorders never lie

in describing what manner of beast, fish or fowl in which man is urged, on top, to lie

Prohibition drives the urge ever greater

But what follows is guilt and shame in nature

Man will issue seed and nature will decide in which thing it shall be sown

And Herein lies the curse as Ouroboros tastes his tail.

 

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