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Ask Peter Pan!

Lives of make believe,
Pretty **** good!
transducer -
a device that receives a signal in the form of one type of energy and converts it to a signal in another form: A microphone is a transducer that converts acoustic energy into electrical impulses

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so many names,
none of them, kind,
none of them, nice words

The A, The B, The C word.

she would laugh and mock a spite and spittle filled man's
feeble curses and flit off to
charge her battery, steal electric life,
from a new outlet, another male body.

now a queen bee, regaling me,
her private audience,
with takes and tales,
of newly arrived
used up worker-boys,
her pleasure sources,
discards after a
singed single discharging/recharging

why come back to me,
what perversity,
did I supply?

she was elegant,
not stupid mean,
she was royal, imaginative,
her conception of a life well lived
was freedom from responsible,
self servicing,
the only motive

the negative pole, was I,
her cruelties energy, supplied
she was a transducer,
she was a re-former,
making her hate into her positivity

the original sin, mine,
hardly original, a cheating a beating,
plot of a rerun, rerun

the fist of being her
first
and then,
her last,
and now her only,
was
her curse returned,
sevenfold unending

her vocabulary was her deeds,
and her stories,
raw rut, well writ,
notated with selfies,
to insure my eyes agonists,
lest I cover my ears

I am your Transducer
she boasted,
pronouncing it languidly,
completing its proclamation
with the venom of a shotgun

I am your
Transsssssss-ducer!

I am a woman more sinned against than sinning,^
I am a woman more avenged by revenging,
I have taken your energy,
learned your cruelty,
and it has transformed me.
^rephrasing of Shakespeare's Kng Lear's "“I am a man more sinned against than sinning”


when you have no inspiration, then
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/find-your-word/
like "transducer " from which was wove an imaginary tale

Postscript inspired by Anubis-the-Philosomancer, measurerer of the science of romance.


The science of emotion
should be easily connoted by calculus.

The tides that do ebb and flow,
do we not with prcision know,
the exact time and duration of the
pull of the moon's gravitation,
was  child play even for the ancients.

But can anyone chart,
the human heart,
of a woman scorned?
the ice of poetry,
glassine smooth
but
charged hardness,
hits you, ****** you,
the unexpected snowball in the face,

the fire of poetry,
cherished phrase, a patois,
comfort food when
whole winter skies
swallow you bleak

mutual contradictions of poetry
savaging the soothed ego,
revealing the raging id

what's in a word anyway?

quite a lot, quite a lot...
Re posting an overlooked snowball from 7 months ago
Hello sweetheart
daddy is working very hard to creat a better world for you
to creat a better avenue
an avenue where you  will have all you want and deserves
an avenue where you will go to school worth going
an avenue where you will drive a car worth driving
an avenue where you will go places worth going

sweetheart pray to God as you are still there with Him to bless daddy
so that daddy can meet and hook up with mum soon
hope to hook up with mum soon
i love you sweetheart and  i know mum loves you too
i love you pumpkin even when you are not here yet we know the joy and happiness u will bring to mum and daddy

i love you..........from daddy
Strange strings of thought.
Thoughts of loyalty and love,
thoughts of friendship and of ambition
and my condition;
thoughts of submission of subtraction and addition.

Unravel the secret of the continent,
oh how you are persistent.
The road uncoils and I uncoil down the pavement.
Off i go.
Twisted days of golden glow.
Off I go, into the black hole
of the road.
Fundamentals of madness
    wraps the skin around my brain
miter'd head splits wide open,
        like blue skies wanting to thunder
dark heart leapt out from under
          blinded burnish'd eyes
world looks annihilated
       from the validity of upside down
birds have severed vocal chords,
butterflies shed their wings
          there's no dance left, aside from
   ghost steps of a psychotic menacing waltz
          & one dark raven hauntingly swaying
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