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Marigolds Fever Dec 2019
The Heart is home
Where hope takes root
And love flows
Where we can celebrate a strong bond

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.

Where goodbye becomes
The adore
And hello means
Stay evermore
That sound
Is the dreamy home
You found

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.

When Hearts are home
Chairs at table
When we’re apart
For who owns your heart
They share in the feast
When hearts are home

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.

Twinkling by twilight
Their love floats high
A colorless bright
In your home sky

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.

Stay awhile
Won’t you
This is the plea
When hearts are home
They are free
To walk the ice castle with me

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.

Inside the snowy globe I roam
When my heart is home
Each snow flake is unique
That lands on my nose
But I am not froze
I know home is waiting
With a hot cup of cocoa
And the memories of you
When hearts are home

I wana wish you a beautiful Christmas
I wana wish that your heart is home.


**G6, A#dim, Bm7 - Country
Copyright © Marigold’s Fever 2019
Queenologist Nov 2018
I wana close my eyes
& wake up next to you
I wana see your worst
that leads up to the best of you
I wana lay on your chest
& listen to your heart beat
Look up into your eyes
& tell you that it belongs to me
I wana please you
mentally, emotionally & physically
I wana make you smile
be your saving grace
kiss all over your face
& give you the best of me
I wana make you wana run home to me
& make love to me
because you love being alone with me
I want you to trust deep down in your core that I adore you
Do anything for you
I love you with all of me
I Would never do you any harm
You not being part of my world
means everything in life is wrong
I wana be your confidant
your best friend, lover & your wife
I want you to know that
where you belong is forever in my life.
Marigolds Fever Dec 2019
Either too young or too old to call your own

Experience has made it hard for you to roam

I wana know a little bit about loyalty and love

Loyalty and love for you and me

Not going to fix the heart to see it tear apart

While you keep lookin up

When will you see

It's half full your cup

Home is where the heart is

Don't wish for a lighter load

Wish for broader shoulders

To bring you home, once again

I wana know a little bit about loyalty and love

Loyalty and love for you and me

It’s not that hard

If you look directly in the sun

You might get blinded

By its light

But that intense heat

Is what makes us feel complete

I know it’s possible to dream

Isn’t that what makes us a human being

I wana know a little bit about loyalty and love

Loyalty and love for you and me

Don’t write it off like you’re scared

You know it’s the only path home

They say life is better when you’re paired

So if you agree

Would you take my hand

And tell me you’ll forever be my man

I wana know a little bit about loyalty and love

Loyalty and love for you and me

Let’s set each other’s hearts free

Let them grow to what they should be

A little bit of loyalty and love

For you and me

D,G,A,Bm9
Copyright Marigold's Fever 2019
zebra Aug 2016
on the first date
she confided in me
i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder
i need love and pain strangely mixed together
my elixirs
i suffer reality distoooorrtions
a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions
my soul is black matter
my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire
my *** cries for homicidal cruelty

mold me into a *******
fold me like a two dollar beach chair
the wrong way
tear me to bits
unwind my intestine
eat me like a blood ******* ghoul
make me squirm like an anime victim

i thought oh finally a soul mate
with soul

strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics
hot girl creeping
grimacing at me
meandering conjurations by ****** contortions
stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling
shes a famous artist
keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines
spot lighted
ready for her debut at the
Museum of Modern Art

she blows torrents of snot like ****
her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip
a salty runny viscoses snack
oozy
finding it finally with her frenetic tongue
feeding her gooey ****
with wet fingers
oh yummy yum goo
up her *** too

first smiling then hideous scowls
exposed teeth
posing with a knife
wana see me cut my self bad boy, she taunts
wana see my impersonation of pizza with extra tomato sauce

blood blood *** in the be in the bed
wipe it up with ginger bread

some how she miraculously bulges her eyes out
then performs, ******* lips as if a minnow in a fish jar

pointing to her ***
giving me that **** hurt me twisted look
how about a peanut butter jelly ******* sandwich
with a side of ****** feet
**** and **** on toes
its especially prized this day of the month
as her **** tears like a vampires mouth, a torrent of blood
pouting **** with white red stained thighs that break a mans heart
*** nothing at all she quips
just a little accident
do you like it?
as she glares like an invitation
to play slip and slide bare foot in her puddle of blood

oh she made me *****
my cherry red **** having a nervous breakdown
from apoplectic horror gasms
a dose of heavens hell

i want her
she is voluptuous like a dozen venomous snakes
copulating in warm soup dark water everglades
she is slither theater

curdling screams
then muggling *******
brought on by the first belly stab
falling to her knees
looking up shocked
mouth gaping
eyes wide
grinning
glance steady
holding holding holding
the belly cut
a cacophonous modern dance of agony
followed by rapturous convulsing *******
that went on and on and on

get a bat she implored

she is a real ******* movie star
the Greta Garbo of *****
a dark jewel
a must have
a hell wife
goddess of dread
a ******* *** genius
my best girl ever

fused by desire
we kissed like **** loving catholic priests
in adoration of their savior
young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes


she looked up with desperation
eyes with glittering tears
and said
are you my black knight?
do you know how to hurt a girl
are you my
Vex Mallus
Dr Satan
Marquis De Sick
Nick Nick
Dark Officer
Remus the Werewolf
Dom Sugar Daddy
Pit Bull
Tommy the Tummy Gutter
5 o'clock Shadow
London Cabby
Amputee ******
Uncle Surgery Gone Wrong
King of the Carpathian Vampires
my sweet kissy Kitten

ooohh yes i said
i am all that for loves sake
albeit twisted
i am what you crave.. your no taboo lover boy
your ******* licking foot slave with a razor in hand
a bubble of poison between my legs
your homicidal suicidal cockealiciousness

she said good,
now that we have that settled
can we go out for dinner
ill be dressed in a jiffy
if i can find my dead skirt
of soft white gauze
with that lovely motif of dread red
and my precious toe tag jewelery
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias  
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again  you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
Shahini Sengupta Feb 2016
I wana fly with you in ecstasy,
I wana sail and swim with you for long in deep blue sea..

I wana to hold your hand and feel the heated sand of desert,
I wana to visit with you the entire world and its each little part..

I wana dance with you in the rain,
I wana run with you through the beautiful valleys like insane..

Come and quickly hold my hand !!
lets go, see the world and enjoy sea, hills, sky and land……………………..
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call

The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls

“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“Your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone

“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home

“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud

“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud

“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake

“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake

“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent *****, all future in blight

“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night

“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides

“Where it lives, you must **** it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive

“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot

“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not

“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold

“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call

The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls

“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone

“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home

“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud

“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud

“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake

“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake

“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent *****, all future in blight

“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night

“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides

“Where it lives, you must **** it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive

“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot

“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not

“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold

“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
zebra  Aug 2018
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zebra Aug 2018
The new # 69 hoochi coochi smoochi
rubberized *** robot ****** sucker model 2.0
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*******
feelin lonely
tired of spats
credit cards charged up from dates that don't put out
don't like the same restaurants
not ***** to your taste
cant stand the in-laws
you wana live costal, they like Kansas
or
tired of internet dating
and no time for a quickie

when the one you love tells you they aren't in the mood

well bunky
its a brave new world
take a spin in our new model
robot 69, 2.0
they talk
they walk
warm all ova inside and out
scented oiled perfumed *** optional
and flavored
to include
chocolate crunch, vanilla, strawberry
and
phooey
replete with an array of assorted interchangeable
*****, *****'s and butts
extra sturdy for ware and tear
and those little irresistible spankies and whoopins
you just cant live without
plus any colors, or rainbow rubber chasse
gay straight or mix it up how eva
trans trans gender

buy out right
or rent ala cart
deluxe or standard
voice activated

advanced multi lingual
baby talk and hits the high notes
talks back software program
and
NO always means YES
plus
screams
cu cu cu cu cu cummmmming
cooes I love you
**** me now *****
shred me you ****** ******
and many others
in over 50 languages

Other optional features include

age play
ethnic fetish
banjee
blow jobs
tipping the velvet
**** to mouth
salad tossing
*******
spit roast
bare back
chicken head
death grip
*******
mammary *******
*******
Netflix and chill
*******
*******
brown bath
cream pie
*******
motor boating

and the shocker  
two in the pink and one in the stink
adult ***
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call

The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls

“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“Your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone

“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home

“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud

“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud

“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake

“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake

“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent *****, all future in blight

“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night

“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, if the demon still preys

“If it does, you must **** it, for this time and always,
it has hovered above us keeping spirits away

  “The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot

“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not

“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold

“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
Negra  Nov 2015
Burning to burn
Negra Nov 2015
At the most recent party I went to
I was only warm.
The complete opposite of what I wanted to feel.
And you said warm is ideal. Right?
And I said no. **** the middle.
I. Want. To. Burn.
From the kind of dancing that makes your back sweat
Hips swing
From the Afro Latin beats
Whine to the Caribbean dance hall music
Naturally stepping without getting stepped on.
Screaming in unison to the lyrics of a dumb top 40's song.
Breaking my back to some nasty reggaeton
Throwin it back to the 90's classic. OW!
Gettin intimate body to body in a tasteful salsa.
Baby baby baby you make me wana holla.
I want to sweat!
But no one's dancing.
There's too much beer pong.
And I'm warm,
Only from alcohol.
I'm leaving this party.
Negra Jul 2016
My mother tongue got cut off
I’ve been bleeding in my mouth ever since
But I learned to cope with the pain
Because no one with my mothers tongue has been able to
Show me how to grow it back.

Hair grows back easily though.
It keeps my head warm
So my thoughts can sit comfortably
While trying to process what the **** everyone’s saying,
Without burdening the translator who just wants to listen.

I try but can’t listen or speak
It turns into a silent loud noise
This language barrier pulls my hair
My thoughts release with no refuge
It’s cold out here I try and tell them
But no one can hear me.

So I try to improvise and improvise
I wana say I love you. I’ll try and show you how.
I can’t verbalize my humor
It makes me cry.
Now they wont get to know me as deeply
As I dig for them and they dig for me.

Then they ask me how could you not learn your language
As if I hate it
I ask them do you know my story
I did not choose this.

It’s not their fault
It’s not my fault
Idk what was conspiring against me or with me
To make this happen.

So as I try and learn to grow back my mothers tongue

I pray that this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask

I pray this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask

I pray this is a gift
And its curse like symptoms is only a mask
Amen

— The End —