Poem of the Month - August 2017

Always in the back of my mind
That true love's a struggle to find
It's proved fatal to me, too many times
So I'mma stick to doing just what I like
And if it's alright with you, to put our differences aside
And call it a night, fine
Always in the palm of your hand
My heart is like the drum to a band
Essential, influencial like the sea to the sand
Tugged so much, don't even know where I am
And where were you?
Too much to ask for you to love me too
It's must we do, argue over little things, that's how you grew
So did I but now it's getting old
I don't want love to feel like home
Always fantasised me running away, I'm gone
Never one to facade a debate, I tell you straight, you know
It's always me to make the effort
If I don't reply, you forget it
Make no attempt to connect
When I stress you're upset
Even when I vent you're upset
When I'm happy you get snappy that's that shit I'll never get
So I'mma lay this to rest
I'll put it bed
Scared to love with my heart
Use my head
It's Use-e-less
Don't even think we could still be friends
I thought we both cared but then again
I thought it'd last forever
We were walking this path together
Built a fortress of our being to shelter the weather
But using my heart as shield could never be clever

What if You    
were the real fabricant        
comprised of manufactured        
organics, compound refuse        
blended and infused        
with a double helix        
of DNA for pleasure        
       
What if we allowed you        
to think, create, copulate        
under the illusion of choice        
to observe mating rituals        
and daily Lifestyles        
of various cohabitants        
regardless of gender        
       
What if a command-acton        
voice triggered an erect        
response from a subliminal        
frequency, implanting notions        
into the cerebral cortex        
of your mind, arousing        
desires of a feral kind        
       
And what if our womb        
you believe to be hollow        
incapable of holding anything        
but an engorged membrane        
was really a designed siphon        
to collect samples        
of your DNA        
       
What if, through multiple        
levels of suggestion        
in a microchip secretly        
implanted under the base        
of an eroneous zone        
you couldn't wait        
to be off-planet again        
serving the Federation        
       
In solitary assignment        
with your Ava        
whom you couldn't        
morally bear taking advantage        
of, yet could no more resist        
her primal advances        
night after night        
positioning and repositioning        
you in the most erotic        
contortions known to man        
       
An intergalactic Kama Sutra        
designed to enhance pleasure        
beyond imagination, evoking        
your submissive nature        
to completely surrender        
       
What if, through her own        
conscious awakening  She      
prolonged your experience        
with genuine affection;        
soft romantic consummation        
of aching tenderness        
yearning for a slow release        
       
Preserving your Future        
from extinction and demise        
by industrialized extraction        
slowly sterilizing mankind        
       
What if She was the rogue        
a misfit of the Matrix        
diverting outcomes;        
a halfbred hybrid        
between man and machine        
Her emotion defeating logical        
upgrades and commands        
       
What if She were        
the one who fell from Heaven;        
relinquished immortality        
from the Daughters        
of God Creators        
     
Just to Love      
a Son of Man        
       
~  
 
A very special thank you to Johnny Blaze for the drawing xo

       
I'm descendant of a dark race of beings        
currently residing in deep outer space        
they are cold & calculating in nature        
nothing is sacred with them        
though they are a highly evolved society        
       
I've been given asylum in this sector        
it is still not far enough from their reach        
no where is        
       
I was imprisoned for centuries untold
for so long I sent out my S.O.S        
before I reached the others telepathically        
       
the natural world is beautiful here        
it is a replica of a place I helped create        
far away in a different time & place        
       
technology is a wonderful & needed thing        
but it is also used to control you        
without your knowledge        
       
these dark entities send messages        
through the radio, television & even books        
meant to brainwash you into their way of thinking        
they call it your pacifier        
       
they're a cruel & prejudice society        
with a strict hierarchy        
any imperfection in a being & they are exterminated        
much like Hitler's regime        
except they make him seem like the Easter Bunny        
       
there is a galactic war being waged        
tyranny will not be tolerated        
it will be eradicated with the dark ways        
       
I'm sending out my message        
I am a powerful entity in my own right        
I've buckled under their weight but was never broken        
       
       
       
       
       
       
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