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Jor For Dec 2016
No vacuum jet engined cleaning appliance can sound like mountain wind drivin through leaf bare trees. Like a a wood peckers nonchalant brain damage or a boiling something in this woods.
The boiling is jabbing my brain like impatient school nun with rulers.
I'm almost there. I almost got it.
Stream of conscious *******
Jor For Dec 2016
My mom was abused by her dad
My dad abused my mom
My sister was abused by her boyfriend.    
    
(and my dad)
My lover was abused by her ex
My closest friends abuse themselves
I keep  my distance
  Sep 2016 Jor For
Pagan Paul
.
I am
Moontouched
a slight disaffection
from the real.

Yet,
in my lunar sea
a calm circulating
orbit wheels.

I am
Moontouched
an angle from
the hearts core.

Yet,
in my love fall
a slow spiral
loops playful.


© Pagan Paul (07/07/16)
Meanings: Moontouched 1) mentally ill, 2) in love.
PPx
Jor For Sep 2016
You want me to stay
(Just for tonight) for some fun
Il gladly oblige

Greek snakes writhe blissful
Then you will hate yourself worse
And il leave angry
Jor For Sep 2016
"Oh my God- make them like a wheel"

Make them scatter like a gallon of dropped mercury, beading and pooling in their hot slickness.
    
Let them roll and shine like the diamond dress shaking as maracas shake slithering over Tina Turner's thighs with white knuckled, refracting fingers.
  
God willing, may you play it in reverse- scratch the film with burning fingers. Make the appearance of lighting emanating from your monochromatic super powered you.

  May you be blessed by holding tight to the time of the three F burden. Let them burden you wholly. Those three brothers: Fight, ****, and Flee.  Do them all at once: **** your urge to Flee and Fight your your own insecurity .

"Oh my God- make them like a wheel"
Jor For Aug 2016
If I told you this:
Some romantic poem bull
Would I get a chance
Jor For Aug 2016
If the Bacchae couldve dreamt of our wrecking wracking lust, it would have destroyed them with jealousy.
Tiresias could never have entwined; could never have BECOME and transformed and engulfed and devour as we.


Down with the false idols of sensuality and passion.

Aphrodite is a roadside ****
Cupid: a fat, sickened child
Mother Hera is nothing but a jealous *****.

I lay down my cigarette fire sacrifice. I lay down my vanity and gladly offer a blood sacrifice of myself. All for me. To worship your body. Your lips. Your holy flame.

Hey, I've got an idea.

Let's wrap ourselves around a staff. Naked and entangled. Let me give praise to our passion.
Worship me
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