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 .