22 avril 2009

Post colonialism

as you may have already guessed, most of my titles are just for ornamental purposes. Decoration to the mundane blog post. which i am typing right now. Problems Problems. not worth ranting about them so i shall go on,  my class is starting a LAMY revolution. I am not trying to promote a product but rather complain about it. These people are clamming up my space. My uniqueness is well spoilt and all thanks to my class. Oh oh !!! and Saint andrews beat ACS I 17 to 10 which is a 
7-up of them. Apart from the useless blabbering that seems to make sense I have decided that i shall write a poem, well about sex. Sigh yes yes it has already been done like a billion times but please don't criticize me just enjoy. ok ok ? just enjoy my deliberation on the sex idea. (it just popped into my head) honest! 

here goes -- 

The sense of release 
movement, a catch of breath, heavenly 
like a handkerchief, the white 
stained with the red red. 

achoo, tuberculosis 
fearful disease. cough out the gravel from within 

Flutter like a wind 
dresses, the street lit with a hundred lights 
angelic, halos above the heads 
the dinner, a michigan man.

The food arrives 
platters close and open 
the dead laid on the table. Queasy, 
the silence is tenuous. 
we mumble our way through. 

The signals 
blow away the inhibitions, swans.
the Beast swayed by the Belle 
the music a samba beat, pluck pluck. 

A violent dance 
the two, muskets, the duel 
power struggle betwixt 
the Gothic empire. Towers in high 

Pierce sky, moon looks down showering on us 
stars fall out of the sky, they are her eyes 
transfixed on the joint.
The man used as a toy,

Slave to the witch 
bubble brew the cauldron 
the arsenic, the acid creeps 
eats the heart. Burns 

Flesh body carnal sin. 
Accursed,dying every time, everyday
Lilith kissing eating the sin
the incest, disillusioned, the lustful screeches. 

Devilish, the imbalanced two. 
one ruling the other 
nail in the tree, the dart pierce, the slamming 
moment pervade the shell. Feeling of pain 

pain pain, Passion.

The bed a big bang 
As the birds dance, each giving to each other
blood, plush, the pink the red, 
lips ears breast body 
thighs and 

Feet, kissing the healer, the teacher. 
Teasing, ecstasy, drug lord bring to the gate of heaven.
and you pierce up, up! the blood pouring from the side 
white and red the blended mess.

drip flow drip 
my wound stitch it up 
ooze ooze the pus on my fingers eat into her body
the scarlet flesh of her, and her voice, the jazzy rhythm.

The red, pink skin 
the illustrious artist paint nude 
her towering over me 
the scent 

blood 
vampiric and a monk 
blood, the holy grail, the man which i devour. 
flood, fill and reach. 

Oh! god god god ! 

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there really is'nt much that i can say .  

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