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My poetry has no form, because like poetry, I am formless. Everything I am is changing at all times.... so in this mode, all my poetry is but a glimpse of a single moment, or feeling, or idea.
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Monday, March 15, 2010

DUALITY: THE FEMALE ROLE (c) (By LunaVega 2009) (SUBJECT: WOMEN)

long ago....
the word WOMEN was good.
fertility was a sign of life
breasts were a treasure
because they gave life
full hips
gave pleasure
brought forth
new beginnings
infants crying
a miracle a man
could not make
with all the gold
in babylonia
or summeria
or in the Olmec lands
the female
was appreciated
it was concentrated
in culture
that WOMEN
was GOOD.
but today
women are so thin
they can not
conceive
hips so fragile
you dare not touch them
for intimacy
bodies constructed
in a laboratory
trying to cultivate
only flattery
vaginas
are now
for cum shots
on a dvd
instead
of sprouting
the divine seeds
and yet at the same time
the same men and cultures
who subject us
to this duality
include in their paradigm
of us...
the blessed virgin
kind and forgiving
nurturing
innocent to the core
pure and
unadulterated
doe eyed
and martyred
on the daily grind
giving our dreams over
to be smashed to a pulp
and lifting those men around us
How amusing...
but...
but..
but....
at night...
oh how the tables turn
to play the part
of mary magdelin
pleasing and sucking
and licking
and fucking
we are the nasty lady you desire

Will You NOT MAKE YOUR MIND UP WORLD?

Oh it was WE who took the apple?
brought the terrible curse
and the first verse
Yes..... I see how it is...
so easy to blame a women
who is busy nurturing your children
playing father
when the father
is NOWHERE to be found
dealing with hypocrites
and idiots
who only see the packaging
hands for weaving
cooking
jacking you off?

Where is the super-conscious?
Where is the mitochondrial inference
that should be passed down
in our being
that women ARE GOOD?

The archytype of women?
Where has it gone?
Lost to gender roles
or gender confusion
or maybe indecision
from mysterious and
sensuous
to pornography
dildoes and filthy toes
slicking out from silletos
in a dark strip club
sold into bondage
in factories
and brothels
where has the good
and respect
gone
from the WORD
WOMEN?

Into the ground I guess
where all things
return to
when they die.

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