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****** means "sheath".
Oh, how tiresomely sexist,
this utility.

"****" is a sharp word,
but it will only ***** you
if you so insist.

And "*******" means
"to stand in for the Goddess" --
both Mother and *****.

Fertility cults
of Babylon hailed Ishtar,
the young Sophia.

In Sumerian times
they did call Her Inanna,
who shed Her jewels.

Solomon the Wise
did wed Her in his temple,
and wrote Her a Song.

At Her temple gates
await the harlots, smiling:
yours for but a coin.

Sacred silver thrown,
a rite of passage. Some wait.
Some wait longer still.

Wisdom works through them.
The hierodules of Heaven
beckon, honeysweet.

"Come to the temple,
let us dance the timeless dance,
my Lord Dumuzi!"

Rosy cheeks and lips,
shamelessness in Her power.
Passion at its peak.

Too **** for words.
Men feared Her and wrought cages,
misdirected blame.

Mary, the chaste one,
is an abomination.
Half, and the lesser.

A neutered Mother
with a ****** for swords,
a scabbard for men.

The Grail was stolen
from between Her holy thighs.
Paul was such a ****.

A **** who feared Her,
Mystery of Death and Blood.
Much more than a sheath.
**** is a power word. Take it back! I support ***-positivity.
 Oct 2013 blair asher
thrcy
Don't make decisions
when you've got a broken heart
for an unattached individual
with forgotten promises
abandoned memories
rejected phone calls
wrecked expectations
deserted arrangements
dreadful lies
forsaken mixed signals
slowly it will **** you
ripping the heart to pieces
soon you'll be
crept up to loneliness
regretting all your dumbfounded decisions
left with an empty feeling
with happiness never coming your way
for this will ruin you
and tear you apart
I did a lot of screaming today,






                                                                                                                            Said the Heart.
why is
the way your hands wrap around my name
the gentlest whisper
why is
the way my hand towel smells like your cologne
the cruelest heaven
why is
your absence, your space
the air where your chest should be
 Sep 2013 blair asher
triforcetea
I can’t compete
I can’t deliver

but I can’t let go either

I keep giving myself in
I don’t know how to love halfway
i'm copying your
imperfections
and scars
onto my skin
to recreate
the map
that found
my heart
 Sep 2013 blair asher
Anderson M
Smiles go miles
In warming  hearts
Of emotionally challenged people.
I've a soft spot for smiling
just can't help it at times*.
care to smile
its a rare beautiful extravagance to lavish
on oneself
 Sep 2013 blair asher
emma
mess
 Sep 2013 blair asher
emma
i
             don't
                                                          see
       what                    anyone
                    can
          see
                                  in anyone else
but



you
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