JUST SEX and POETRY

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7968 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
this was almost a love poem
when you smile,
the universe has multiple orgasms.
when you laugh,
the moonlight sticks to your teeth.
when you cry,
birds fall dead from the electrical lines.
when you blink,
it feels like a cloud has momentarily
blocked out the sun.
but, when you tap your pen on the table like that,
the entire Earth and I would like to bathe you
in flames.
~DeVine.
Reported.

“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Christmas: The Birth of Jesus

#7969 Jul 21, 2013
Pray for those that hurt you. It may not be easy at first, but make the choice and stick with it, and God will take care of the rest...

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7973 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
You are lawyering through desert
thirsting for a wetter mystery
in a sea of wet mysteries
the parched fun of your mouth
a lure to the slain blue room
where your earring or platform or ability
to fuck for longer than eight minutes
lives sans love or even contempt
but for the hollow and humorous [afterglow]
rotty grotto of mirth, the miraculous
mischief of children who refuse to stop
laughing and hitting each other
in the staving off of fog and boredom.
The blue debut was not savaged
by vowels or valentines, only the brief
malpractice of teeth and sheets murdered by
a love of whiplash / our Achilles heel.
What impossible sea
blue heart caught us, sharked us
cast us back into dark waters
still hooked and bleeding from the mouth?
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7976 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
"CIRCE."
The f uck you in me crosses the street to
avert the f uck you in you. This f uck you
subverted gnaws the hasp of my liking you
until I don’t really like you and woe
is we. The former us in me would like
to be jettisoned too or at least have
a deck to leap from. The you I knew sticks
around in spite of the editions luck
would have of me and you. My memory
is quite specific: f ucking you in the
garden at night at last. F ucking you-me
Edenic with no future like the present.
A good fuck you to give fucking some love
too, looking back when it hasn’t happened yet.
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7977 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
"DEEPER PLAY."
Say this sign’s
shorting out,
a string of sparks,
hot
illuminated falling.
Did I hang it there?
It was the texture
and experience of anyone
smoldering over the forge / forgery / creationfog
hovering / a cursor / casting
weird / trochaic / tetrameter-wise
done and / done and / not un / undone
redemptive as a billboard.
Forward motion—
that’s me!
Everything moves
<< e.g., the blogosphere >>
until the lights come on—
you missed it!
There are users / downloaders
pain-bodies
wanting to be seen
in repetition / rituals of violence
when I am the sunny sleeping
Australian Guy
watched
by watchers of pain-bodies.
Monitor on.
Now I’m the naked man
obscured by ice cream,
vanilla interloper
monitoring sensation:
cement wedding cake
lit << desired >> from within / eaten down to rebar
monologing to collective thought / crowd
cheering a stage:
End of Days!
The way they counted
then went to seed?
Or eminent domain
either side of impermanence
finding an organizing passion
believing I still prefer
love / foraging the ready fridge
mockingbird
sick of the mock / the tune
unspooling
at the pulled dollstring / dolly-soul
leaking iron and piss,
spark catching in wheel wells
light passing
out of range?
Time’s finishing
the life on this plate again
time makes a deliberate
strategy of / moving forward
into live editing of / marrying
the forgery of forward—
so it appears
I’m continuum with antennae
wireless sandwich print receipt again
for red vase found in recycling and chandelier
etched by finger on the frost
I’m a site human resourced to
refake / reword / process
ephemeral installation
cranking out identifying finites
up they’ll burn
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7979 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
"LETTER TO THE DARK MIRROR."
"I'm getting to know you
one orifice at a time,"
you said, after we'd talked long
distance about sex and voyeurism.
I knew our relationship would always
be virtual. No magical bewitching
of twisted syllables and sheets woven
into replicas of our muscles.
No poppy-slaughter orgasm.
But it didn't matter. I was going for
the Audrey Hepburn Gestalt. Gaunt,
but never naked, stripped of Givenchy
with her wrists tied to a bedpost.
You thought you could ransom my desire
over the telephone?
My hearing's too good for that.
These days I sit for hours, watch the swan
drag his dark mirror behind him.
Learn to eat what I'm handed.
Last summer before I met you, I rode in the ambulance and felt the centrifugal force of my life wanting to re-enter my body.
Sorrow, after all, being commonplace,
I didn't know I'd have to let the arrows go.
~DeVine.
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7981 Jul 21, 2013
Juan del Cuatro wrote:
"TWINS."
She has a dream and she has the same dream.
She says moon and she says moon and both put their she-phones
to their chests.
She says in my dream I slept between your mattress and box spring
and she nods and she hears her nod.
She says I was in the blue dress before you put it on
and after you put it on, like a soft paper flower she says
and she says yes, like a soft paper flower.
She nestles the phone in her crotch and she nestles the phone
in her crotch and the pubic hairs say it was warm in the dream.
She puts her face against the cool window and they play
where's my face and she guesses against the cool window.
She says I hung up the phone an hour ago and she says
I hung up the phone last year and still we go on talking
she says and she says we go on talking even while I am dead
and even while I am coming back to life.
She is two places at once and she is two places at once
which is four places at once.
She has to go back to sleep now and she has to go back to sleep now.
She says are you asleep now and she says yes and are you asleep now
and she says yes and they go on talking about being asleep now.
She has a dream and she has the same dream and in the dream
she is dreaming what she dreams and she is dreaming what she dreams.
Then it rains.
Reported.

Level 6

Since: Jan 12

Location hidden

#7986 Jul 22, 2013
Punch him in the eye! Punch him in the eye!
The Eye!!! You fool the EYE!

“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Christmas: The Birth of Jesus

#7987 Jul 22, 2013
Live in a way that if anyone should speak badly of you no one would belive it....

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#7994 Jul 23, 2013
...buh-bye poof devine...

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#7995 Jul 24, 2013
lol enzo the reporter

“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Christmas: The Birth of Jesus

#7996 Jul 24, 2013
Never explain yourself to anyone, because the person who likes you doesn't need it and the person who dislikes you won't believe it..

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#8006 Jul 28, 2013
Modern Iconoclast wrote:
^
^
^
Does it matter who I am?
I am a person with my own
unique view. I don't pretend
to be anything I'm not.
I come here to share my
thoughts and my verse...
That is all.
"anyone can pick up a pen,
but it takes a true artist to make it dance."
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#8007 Jul 28, 2013
Modern Iconoclast wrote:
these fractured pieces
bleed the abstractions
of silver linings
and those things
thought sentimental,
where beauty resides
in the crevice of a smile
and bathing beauties
know the beat
of my broken heart,
while the daisies droop
in the heat of the night
begging for the light of day.
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#8008 Jul 28, 2013
Modern Iconoclast wrote:
Frustrations,
anxiety - expectations - deflating of soul -
fill me up
like a brewing whirlwind spinning in
chaos
shaking me, as I shake my head
wondering
where is gratitude in
moments
such as these?
Where, in my daily
discipline of
writing, searching, hunting, seeing
gratitude
is it now - in ugly moments?
In these dark storms of life, billowing - engulfing?
Not every
fleeting second is filled with
sweet sugar on top ...
as I am
knocked down once in awhile,
left in the darkness
leaving me to wonder - where is it?
But then it comes to me ...
regardless
of what is spinning around me,
even in between all of the moments that are ugly,
something
is still there to see - claim - write.
I dig deep. Really deep.
The invisible
becomes visible once more ...
slowly coming into view
at first difficult to find with blood boiling within,
but in the ugly - beauty is there.
Transformed.
Gratitude is always silently existing in its own quiet realm ... just waiting.
For us.
For us to choose.
To claim it.
And then I remember
words that quench my
parched soul ...
"Above the clouds
Light
never stops shining."
Out of darkness
I
surface.
In these moments of ugly, I find it ...
Her.
Carrying me when I am knocked down.
Strength to keep enduring.
Love filled when nothing else can.
When nothing seems visible in my world
around me,
there is always Her.
Eyes unveiled -
to Hers
love for me - in all the thousand and one ways
already existing.
Her proof of love for me - for all of humanity.
Visible proof.
I surface - out of darkness
into
the Light and see.
Reported.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

lightly salted

#8009 Jul 28, 2013
Modern Iconoclast wrote:
So softly, a whisper in the air
dances along like the softest breath
past my ear and over my skin
and gone, committing the smallest theft
stealing just a moment
a single second of my time
the simplest sound touches my ear
that I barely hear, but feel more inside
It's not a scream out loud
Or a shriek from some ghastly realm
But a simple, soft-spoken questioning
That slowly begins to overwhelm
"Where am I?" they ask,
Over and over and over again
"Who am I?" they beg
Repeating so suddenly, and without end
Their voices echo in my mind
Familiar and yet so unreal
I'm trying to keep calm
But this terror won't stay concealed
I have no answers for them
I've had none all my life
I apologize for not helping, but it's clear
"I don't know" simply won't suffice
Where are these questions coming from?
Mere moments ago they did not exist
I only remember a peaceful rest
A thing that will surely be missed
I closed my eyes and open them again
I did not notice how the world changed
But now these haunting voices are everywhere
And everything and nothing seems the same
Suddenly it all makes sense,
and I realize how lost, lost can be
When even ghosts don't know who they are
Because one of those ghosts, is me.
Reported.

“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Christmas: The Birth of Jesus

#8010 Jul 28, 2013
Be with someone who won't stay mad at you, who can't stand not talking to you, and who's afraid of losing you..

“Easy does it... ”

Level 5

Since: Nov 12

Location hidden

#8012 Jul 28, 2013
Even though I do dearly love my kid and my Honey..

There are times in my life when I wonder If I would've have been happier... just fishing and hunting, and then beating my di(* as if it owed me money.

Of course, I jest.
You can categorize this post as a simple passing of time :)

Just like the rest.
just a puppy

Tempe, AZ

#8013 Jul 28, 2013
I agree...

“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Christmas: The Birth of Jesus

#8029 Jul 29, 2013
The world holds million of things you can play with and a person's feelings is definetely not one of them....

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