Somethings perceived you when you were little as a mice

Fact only reverberating in you so much later… 

To see the young girls of Maria Monte

Why are you writing from or who for?

Xangô says it is an important matter. 


Say, Much I would be eased to use poetics 

Usage of style like metonimia, 

sinedoques, In trotum pro parte

Maybe the losing part was my poetic supposed genius 

As in William Blake's conceptuology

And engravures… 


The pain is mine, not else's 

Not else's, mine is that pain 

My knees in pain, 

I lying on the ground 

Painfully. 


Pain that I don't fear you, 

Pain you are turning me into a willow 

pounding my ability, 

Turning tolerance

Into  bellicose agility ,

Only leftwing views, if any, remains. 


No human needs, not piety

When we follow thy in our cold slumber 

Order's not important 

The mausoleum where I slept, 

Alive talking with my three kin of decay 

In a long soliloquy, a one way converse


The most personally rewarding I had ever had. 

Bless them by this spring of atheism. 

Lament for not getting conseils 

Their elderly wisdom lost in words of lust, 

Mad as I was mad for pussy and ass

So, the kin, based on unfulfilled desired.

Wrath and lament for the lose fucking 

Wrath and watercolor washing off, 

Till my dear father, uncle and dear granny, 

See, not to come in or on or twice or thrice was the matter out of my advice. 


Next time I will dream and talk with my walking death kin, 

I will come and see,  Seek the absent thee,

All also let them come even without being, jerking with me. 

As the sepulcher, in full, was flooded in hot come, ours, 

Cross gender, without defender, mender, transgender,

All kin, as it should have been, united and no surrender.

The substance of the moment should be left untouched.
So, no editor, no political correction will be at consideration

ID and superego, or Lacanian categories, loss and encantantion...

Moments alwais passing, dispearing after dancing chick to chick,
Come on and dance, find some painless moments, let your heart beat.