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~back off the mindless mindkill... a roadkill is better off? not so either
inner the scrapped off thinning
knee bones, screams the languishing
ligaments dried up dark as befallen
curse.. worse still are the loosely
leftover dangling gypsied muscles
in an ugly sagginess.. & the acute
scurvy heels are in a ridiculously
sloppy scurrying moves
to almost nowhere..
body
this body
all in an orchestrated hell. a
constant fire burns one to near
death, yet no liberating
death you get that easy
body
this body
a f*king pile of flesh
that stil you need it painted well
stuffed just rightly tight .. &
yes, juicy as a sucking nip
is what you strictly need
in a stringent specified
parameters of you, the
lusting ghost
in cover up veils
of your fattening
burst of filled up
filthy pus & lies
how bloody overrated
these tangibles..
so are the much feared
serial killers in brutal avatars
say, a bone collecting cannibal?
have you ever felt of your own
silent violence .. in your blinded
egotistical stance.. such
targeted sophistication you
neglect one or many
or yourself?
insipid & uninspiring..
yes it is
.. in honest admittance
one eventually says.. that
how the “unsaid” words
hang heavy, pressing soul
for eons long now.. pressurised
to mere fossilised remnant .. in
no willing tenant in there
of a life’s vitality
outcast, a stigmatic pariah am I
..”untouched” heartlands, if not
the much wideopen
blink less skins.. in no dreams ..
from this daily skipping
lubdub beats.. to
not even a mumbling, but
a richly emptying, a benumbing
nothingness..
we all are, thusly yes, the
serial killers .. in a daily clinical
mind kill …
that we do well with a pat
on one’s twisted back & that
pathologically stinking arse
mind kill
is what is what you do
yes, even i seem to do
(ah well, no probabilities pls. )
I do .. I surely do now
i know
f*kk me
..so what you & i do
is this ‘divide & rule’
that suits our immobile arses
in loaded up & virally bulge out
bubbling fattiness of insecurities
that need a burn..
why do you or me
ever alienate the soul
from all it’s templing
body? worse than ever.,
temple is unheard of
in all the cumming
hard temptations
why now, mislead one
with body & soul
as separate entities
as if two unrelated
high hung tits of
one devil & other
an outlandish one
to end or
better to begin..
neither f*kk
nor unf*kk
fuse
well all
as One
just that
encore encore
ever after, dear
Published 5th Jan 2025
Author's Note
nothing but a scribble as usual .
image: web
feels the extreme in lang or content? perhaps, dunn know :)
image: web
feels the extreme in lang or content? perhaps, dunn know :)
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5th Jan 2025 9:28pm
Great piece of writing Uma. You captured the violence & lust so well here. Great work!
Uma, this is an epic of the human soul and body and how aging strikes at the core of our being. This is magnificent and raw as any poem I have read. Your attention to details here is amazingly exquisite in its description. And it all ties together perfectly with the perfect ending.
John
John
