The Stag trots across a bleached horizon
Howling into the wind with echoes that curdle blood
Its form is liquid nightmare, drenching snow in ebony flood

Wispy vapor flares around antlers of pure, lucid black
Moonbeams shimmer off plumage fraught with drear
Violet feathers assure that bizarreness the Ravenstag does not lack
Dark fangs ravage human flesh, infecting tissue with fear

The Wendigo glides past fallen pine and split oak
Its viscous hooves leave tracks of unearthly essence
Through white deserts flecked with red and bodies left to soak

"Come in, come in", he says kindly

Like a child on his first day of school I entered the room in which the nature of mankind would be revealed.
A sympathetic conversation led to the rubbing of his raging hand against my lower, intimidated back

I was using the ****** power I have as a woman to lead him into the craving of my anatomy
but I was afraid, and I didn't want it..
I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want to stop

Tonic Immobility was my immediate reaction reaction to the abusive touch of a priest who used John 1:9 as his excuse

My body - naturally reacting to its sexuality leaned itself to the predator, with desire but with fear...

Obsessing over *******, I spent my sundays ******* instead of going to church
I found myself continuously watching ******* and drawing vaginas in class
But most importantly - trying to make sense out of my ****** encounter with a priest -  I found myself thinking of the bizarreness of human nature...

Thats what it was...
Human nature...

The priest was condemned due to his commitment to God, to the church.
His human nature refused to be repressed any longer, he refused to continue having testicular pain due to the vasocongestion
he needed
he needed
he needed

I needed
I needed
I needed
because by nature I desire ***
because by nature I am ******
because by nature I am promiscuous

Our religion had deceived us into believing that that Human Nature is a sin
Our religion had turned our ****** desires into feelings of guilt
Our religion repressed our entire nature
When in reality,
theres no such thing as sin, at least not in nature...
–*Frida Virrueta

I sit at our dining table, alone!
Scribbling something with a pencil
Pencil falls, I lean over to pick...
A strange awareness overwhelms me
And for a moment or so, I'm enchanted!
In a world so strange, yet so familiar.

Years later...

I walk out the front door, alone!
I roam aimlessly in the front-yard
Strolling past dad's pickup truck...
The same bizarreness subdues me
And for a second or two, I'm enthralled!
In a memory so vivid, yet so elusive.

It's a feeling beyond words
Not like mere remembrance of pasts
For I'm swamped in routines everyday
But nothing thrills like the eccentric trance
Of being caught in time and space
In the crisscrossing of past and present!

I don't know how, I don't know why
I don't know when or where
I don't know if in a dream or my past
I don't know how possible it is
But I know this for a fact...
I've been here before!*


© Raphael Uzor

Excuse me while I Puke:

I hear screams of virgins watching
their innocence being tortured.
I see flowers hiding in the shadows
covering their eyes with shame.
I smell the putrid odors,
fuming from the stench
of bush meat eating scavengers.
Forcing intimacy on cherubs and angels.
I see abused women and children,
giving up and dying because
no one is looking for them.
I saw the First Lady of indifference
at the mall caressing a Gucci collar
for her little poodle dog.
I heard that birds still sing
and flowers still bud.
Right now I cannot enjoy
their contrite delight.
My eyes are filled with blood.
Is there anymore-
Bizarreness to be Ignored
AS I puke.

some days you are less likely to feel anything
as if there is a bizarreness sitting in you
like infinite stars in every inch of you
exploding in you, with you
and you are burning too bright
like an erupted lave
with all sort of exposure
looking at you directly
facing you--arguing with you
and some days you feel
your whole body is eaten up
as if somebody nurtured all the energy from you
such days are the blessings
so are the other days
and some days it is equally impossible not to feel small
as if nothing will appear
the spaces between atom and cells
you will feel too delicate to go on
each of your cell feels invisible
easily blown away
fragile vulnerable weak
and some days you feel tough
too tough to break anything
anyone..
as if you are made of strength
that holds you up
made up with character, vision
mind and thoughts
that are not breakable
as if they will build you up, like of building blocks
sensitivity and too much being alive makes it for you
feeling more than human
and you feel infinite, mesmerized and eternal
forever.

The lie was this,    I lied and pretended the harm and foolishness was coming from a woman far beyond such stumblings,  so as to offer a clearer image of the people we are dealing with here.


Listen, lets get the kink out of all the tighy whities( stop wearing them)

The real girl is not on here nor even speaking to me , you, or any o'. The fools acting in her identity.  

Now if there is one or two that is her, who cares, she can do as she **** well please,  even **** it up that a freak like me , wishes to shake her peach tree.

But Know This Friends........ Those towing this act and who game of  bizarreness and threat, of cat and mouse and God and Satan , IS NOT. HER....


And to suggest so is stupid and should only be left up to ******* like me..... J,f,k. Just ******* kidding,  jeez.  

But truly, sorry folks the hottest babe in the baddest and greatest love story ever attempted to be written, is not the villain,       okay.   I acted like it, at her expense, ( u, yeah about that, um, sorry, hope to clear some of those up in the future , just get real blonde and stupid all eight feet tall and  dunmber that a curbed  igglus  ice ies cup stuffed with Oreo. And foot cheese flavored pretzels all for a dollar ,$ 137.9.    And has you tiniest OSD all mad about it, like" what, what you gonna do about nasty *** icies".   Looking.. **** see funny as hell and disturbingly crazy as a coconut.  Yep, leave it to me.

It's past my bed time and for the sixth time this night I find myself writing about her in my worn-out journal, but how can't I ?
I tend to be passionately attracted to ****** up people, those who are chaotic and whose language is beautiful bizarreness
She didn't try to fix me,
We didn't try to fix each other
She even had me thinking we were for one another…
And that's why my mind,body,and soul craved her so desperately…
She's tragically beautiful,
and I am cursed with being fatally attracted to her as my muse
Not that she made me feel less ****** up, she just made me feel okay with being ****** up
Not that she made me feel human, she just made me feel okay with being inhuman
We shared ourselves far beyond what was common, for our minds begged to interwind
She taught me how to make love without having to touch
She made love with nothing but words, and aroused me more than any other naked body would
She loves the taste of my tears, and embraces all my fears
She even knows how to turn my pain into art,
and then I wonder why she's taking over my heart?
She's the perfect example that not everything in life is sweet, but she tastes  oh so sweet…
                                                          ­                             - F. V.