where the fuck are the women

Holy fucknuts! This is by far the best I've read by you yet! Going straight to the reading list! Rock on man!

Gemini

Ah mate....there are a few in the back-catalogue that could kick this one's arse, but good on you for firing up and sayin' so :-)

hh

she does not exist,the last good woman died in 1846 with the last good man, some sort of carriage vs ox incident.

Jesus...now I really regret not writing down that idea for a time-machine I had...but then again, considering it was powered by dinosaur sperm, I'm not convinced it was a solution to the problem either....guess I'm a bachelor for a while longer :-)

hh

She's out there ... probably taking a break from fire poi to hang upside down from a tree, reciting Keats Tourette style.  If you see her, say g'day - I knew her, once.

Love this, hemi, and that you were driven to write it.  Cheers to you!

Christ...she sounds hilarious! :-)

Cheers for love on this...did a piece earlier today that covered the same ground but had no balls at all, so gunned a coffee, stood up, and pounded this bastard out :-)

(yes my dear...sooner or later a man has to get back on the, errmmmmm, 'horse')

h to the h

She's here now baby. I'm all those and some xoxo
Nice write can feel the fustration in this one

Ah well, that is good news GG....I'll send you a ticket and lets get down to business! :-)

hh

Don't need the ticket just send me the adress will be there baby. Xoxo C.Z

This goes toe to toe with much of what ive read from you.
Balls to the wall, great pace, bit cocky, but I find cockiness has a bit of humbleness when one is truly fired up..dig it man..badass

Good man lb...I've been struggling to lay something down worth the reader's valuable eyes, so pretty happy you got some joy from this one :-)

h.

This is fucking raw. Screaming for primordial companionship.  Brilliant.

Cheers man...good on you for getting fired up :-)

hh

Yeah man, some good shit here. Lucky for me this poem doesn't apply, because I found her. And I need look no further.

You know I'm tapping her, right?

Haha! Get in line with the rest of them, Capt'n Hemi! Not in this life you ain't.

:-)

"got the juice the life the boats the cars the cash the cock the muscle"haha love the confidence here great read
 
PS will you boys settle down quit fighting over mememe I'm taken haha kidding!!

Maybe you should stop with the flagrant come-ons, and then we'll stand a chance :-)

(good on you getting fired up my dear :-)

hh

Good on you my dear...thanks for the stop-by and pretty slutty offer :-)

hh

hehe m right here!

I'm gonna need to see some ID....I can smell your testicles from here...

:-)

hh

Well. A few of us are left spell casting motor head gypsy drinking smokin hot rock a man's world FUCK MONEY ........ ladies ;)))

Love the Fucking poem btw

Good on you my dear....I'm loving the love! :-)

hh

downright primal.. I love it!

Hey hey beautiful b.a....lovin' ya back, baby :-)

hh

Kick ass shit Bro; sure gets Me thinkin'!
Al

good enough result for me :-)

cheers for walking your eyes through.

HH

Very nicely done. I hope you get what you are looking for; unless, maybe, what you are looking for is not what you really want?

I'll need a lot more liquor to get that comment sorted out :-)

Good on you for stopping by and layin' down love...

hh

Love it . I'm here.x just call.xx keep em cummin.!!!karen.xha ha.

Noted...I'll come lookin' :-)

Good on you.


hh

Wow ! This is really great ! I think the instant reaction for any woman who relates is to say 'Here I am fucker, let's go cause some trouble!' It reminds me of a past relationship with my guitar player & somehow gives me hope that men are actually looking for chicks like me! Beyond that it is just plain written really well ! I love, love, fuckin love it ! Now I'm gonna go read some of your other stuff...

Hey hey...saw your comment earlier, but was only on a phone so didn't reply in a timely fashion.

Good on you for feeling the burn in this piece...surprised how many people have felt it.

Thanks :-)

hh

sweet ruinous maker of life

and then you follow it with:
One last time for the dyin'

It just hit a nerve. I love your poetry, it's more memorable than most. And it's good every time I come back for a re-read.

my dear...what joy to hear you say that. Thank you for your wonderful back catalogue love...it's a beautiful  thing :-)

h.

I am sitting here thinking this is a piece  that make you smile  and wonder what were you thinking once your pen was laid down and you set back and read this piece of magic.. did you get as giddy as I did after that first verse then re read it after that last line .. because I sure did this was a pleasure.. and we are around you just have to look around .. thanks for sharing this was my pleasure to read.

Yes my dear...smiled my guts out :-)

It turns out, from the response to this write, that the women are all on the internet! :-)

hh

LOL.. so it would seem.. better smiles than tears..

I just gotta say....I'm right here.

Noted....pick up the phone my good man.

Hemi, luv ~ :-*

If you're searching for a woman who wants you for you, the intrinsic, innate you and not some construct of you, why this?

I got the juice the life the boats the cars the cash the cock the muscle
the hard rope of life
the guts the rub the time

And, especially, why all this nonsense?

...the boats the cars the cash...

I mean, isn't this what you begin this very poem complaining about?

I’m tired of all these bland what-do-you-do-for-a-living bitches
with their pussies wired to their ideas of what my wallet might hold

Yet, you feed right into that, luv. :-* And, honestly, this

the cock the muscle

objectification isn't much better, luv. Not for somewhat real, at least in my estimation. I mean, I think we can presume, as you're male, that a cock is a vital presence, ne c'est pas? ;-D

Tis almost as though you sabotage yourself simultaneously as you yearn for what is real. And that yearning is, in fact, evident here under the brash pseudo-belligerence.

The depth of it is staggering, mon cher. Mayhap, the line that ensnared my attention is

the ones who grow and learn and teach and frighten?

because I find myself contemplating after reading this whether you might be frightened of how deeply you might love if you allowed yourself to do so.

I suspect that feels awfully vulnerable and far, far too exposed. I sense your trust has been breached a bit too often for such to come easily.

But, you are right, luv; love is a need like drawing breath and, without it, we die. Fortunately, love comes from so very many places; we simply need to remember that core truth. There is love in your life and mayhap, you'll allow a woman entry sometime as well.

One caveat here: I can see this was written some time ago. Mayhap, none of this applies any longer, yet I've read your most recent piece, luv, and mayhap a bit of it does. :-*

My dear….as ever, you read between the lines. This, and older work, written in somewhat frivolous mood, and meant somewhat as humour, does betray a certain mindset in the writer…a bravado, a machismo, while underneath some kind of yearning for something real, tempered by things that cannot be undone…a broken man's appeal for that which he knows is beyond him…comedy turned to darkness, if the writer be honest about what life he really lives….

A pleasure, to be read so well, even if the lines become transparent to an ugly kind of honesty.

H………..

Hemi, luv ~ :-*

I do not believe what you so deeply desire is beyond you, not at all. I do know you have to come to the same place where you believe tis possible for it to be so. And that, luv, is possible as well. :-*

You have such depth to you and so much truly wonderful about you; there is hope yet, luv. :-*