"secretion" poems
Web caught trembling prey, blistering sadness in a shallow grave
Repulsive, rotten ***** stench, locked box of putrid sorrow
Blood clot hidden trench, vile secretion burrow
Wolf-dressed goblin ***** muttering incantations
Teetering on a broken fence, seething hatred regurgitation
Greedy, evil, spineless, ***** Cunning, patient, *****
One head desire, two face succubus
Speech craft, forked tongue. Slithering witch, foul gargoyle
Rebuke the venomous. Castrate the young. Stoke the funeral pyre
Incubate the serpent fetus. Demon, devil, liar
Nevermore, sinister toil. Bone-covered soil
I smite her without a flicker of remorse
Death to the succubus. Death to Venus
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
at the point of entry (explicit)
it does not strike me strange
at the point of entry
when the heightened senses and the dark subconscious merge
when the lust and the sweat intersect
with ego desire and self is everlasting everything
that the ***** words secretion is sticky on my tongue
when I pant poems born in rawness and tears
on this the last day of the year
and eyes closed see visions extraordinaire
and the Maker whispers in both ears see!
it is the see of what is me,
it is the point of entry and departure,
one and the same,
conception an immaculate mess,
the emptying and the fulfilling, when unkempt promises
are born free flowing and semi-truths transform into
actualities unforeseen and my child cells of new poems
are injected, stored, awaiting the birthright
and the death of publication,
my moment of privileged perfection passes
and frowns and smiles are
one and the same, silken thread wove open and shut
the precision precious circumcising of flesh and soul departing
the utter collapse from within, the drowning in the amniotic,
rebirthing rebutting my denying that I have no more to give
I believe I belong to you for it is what the desire firing cylinders
say repeatedly in the union of the up and the down cycle:
come, come inside me,
I am the pleasure
you are the treasure
in one cup measured
conjoined container
when the point of entry is the point of departure
and with eyes closed from satisfaction and prayer
I see everything all at the same time, uttering:
I am undone utterly and the difference between
the end and the beginning can be seen only
at the millisecond long seven decade coming
point of entry
12/31/17 5:38am dawn dying and new day mourning
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
You signal with your eyes, permission. It’s a look that twists my heart. My epinephrine increases, inhibits insulin secretion and my blood glucose rises. Hands roam mountains and valleys. Hips become handles. We scatter clothes across the room. Our thoughts are scattered. Down isn’t the floor, it’s the opposite of high. My breath is caught between my lungs and your tongue, darting across mine. Pain flirts with pleasure. Whoever said lips taste like strawberries is wrong. They taste much better than that.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
you made my blood clot,
so slowly and gently,
coagulating beneath your faint touch.
on flaxen sheets of rough cotton
I watched your plants
rolling their limbs out your open window.
they sprawled themselves, unravelling,
yearning for the gentle kiss
of the suns rays.
an almost ****** photosynthesis.
and for you I would sprawl myself out too,
and with the same eagerness
absorb every scent of yours into my flesh,
and drink desperately from your soul
like a cacti in its first summer shower
since '89.
and your final gasp,
with me, but a sponge
for your every metaphoric suppuration,
and literal secretion.
and you were transfixed there,
spurting auras of sin and love.
a final burst of ecstasy,
you soon became my anticoagulant.
you seeped into my bloodstream,
reversing this gentle coagulation.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Perspiration accumulates into salty beads,
Falling into her eyes, eyes that have lost their gleam.
We’ve been trapped like savaged animals for three agonizing nights.
Diminutive apertures in this death box supply minimal light.
The screech of the rails are a bittersweet melody to our ears.
For we only know what these horrific monsters have taught. Fear.
As the door slams open, I’m pried from my wife.
I wonder if this will be the last moment I see her smile.
My people are marked with terror and pain.
I realized were barricaded in with barbed wire chains.
My subverted clothes reek of secretion.
This camp is untrustworthy, raising apprehension.
They claim we are not human.
But I ask, do we not bleed, when we are injured?
Do we not dream blissful thoughts?
Do we not pray to the same God?
The same God that punishes the innocent;
Bringing blithe to those sinners that shed blood.
When we lose our cherished, our loved ones,
Do we not shed tears? Do we not mourn?
No! We must not, for we are not human,
According to what the Nazis see.
We are the innocent, robbed of life.
They are the monsters who roam free.
At least, that’s what I see.
I see men, women, and children stripped of clothing,
Stripped of dignity, stripped of all things humane.
While these barbaric monstrosities make allegations.
Claiming they are purifying society, when they are to blame.
Men lose wives; children lose mothers.
Families are torn apart; sisters lose brothers.
Those of us who survive, work until brittle.
Still we carry on, if our minds are able.
Backs of men are scarred from arduous lashes.
While the sick are trapped in rooms imbued with gases.
My hands are enveloped with calicoes and cuts.
My mind grows weary, I dream an ending abrupt.
I’m crippled with anger, and tears that still drip sore.
My heart crescendos with pain, about to implode.
It’s difficult to refuse the tears when I hear the desolate screams.
I’m trapped in a perpetual nightmare, a ceaseless dream.
Still I carry on in life, for that is the greatest revenge.
The day we feel the kiss of freedom, will be the day we have avenged.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
When my height is matched only by my age,the sage told me, 'that I will have found an ecstasy so rare,that no one will ever, have ever been there.
I count the rings as if I am a tree
but ecstasy eludes me, as I knew it would.
I could have counted grains of sand and after,started on the rice or carved upon a cuckoos egg,something very nice,just to let the cuckoo know,that we know why she builds no nest.
I have festered long enough and boiled up in the glare of a staring midday sun,it's time and time has just begun to interest me,
never mind the ecstasy, that will come as surely as the night begets the day,one day my day will arrive in all its splendour.
This is the agenda that I look towards the sky and pray for,
a gender difference in her magnificence and I would bow before this maiden,laden as I am with all these wantings in my head.
I read once in a book,
that all it took was just a look and then we're trapped,wrapped inside her spider web,carried off and eaten in her silken bed,but I would like to try it anyway,come what may my day will run before the settings of another sun and I will taste that which is fun or I will die,
in contempt and contemptuous of my inconsistency,I allude again to my search for ecstasy and is it that my eyes or indeed my body fail me,when she hails me from her sanctuary?
and I see only what I want to see,
something that the sage had been careful not to tell me,
fruitless.
On the tree of evolution, I am just some insects ignorant secretion and as I wait for some predetermined 'who dares wins'completion
I count again the rings.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Just what do we know about
Ward Churchill?
That radical agitator,
That Colorado college professor
Most famous for calling
Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats
Little Eichmanns.
Noteworthy is the fact that
The United States Supreme Court
Denied certiorari,
Passed on hearing his claim of
Unlawful discharge.
Unlawful discharge?
Sounds felonious and vile:
Like pus laced with *****
A criminal secretion, like mucus
Smuggled past Customs:
Vaginal contraband.
Sorry, Ward.
We just don’t give a ****
Your fake Indian pedigree,
Your bogus Vietnam fairytales,
Your phony combat record,
Your forward ops recon
Way out in ******* Cambodia,
Fall flat like Buffalo turds.
You’ve been slick, Ward.
Hired originally to fill
Some gratuitous affirmative action quota,
Denied tenure in two legitimate departments,
You create some ******** academic discipline
For campus freaks & geeks.
Self-appointed Department Chairman,
A fraudulent college professor from the start,
Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech.
Describing Native American history as genocide.
Summing up American history as Holocaust denial.
Professor Churchill was all of these things,
And less.
But using the Holocaust metaphor
To anchor one’s fakakta politics?
That was the proverbial last straw,
The camel buster, if you will.
Especially since most of the
Stockbrokers & market analysts
Crushed in the rubble were Jewish.
Hava Nagila, Babaloo!
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
A crisp,
A crasp,
A lisp,
At last!
We ride in parallel order,
Eyes blindfolded and doused,
Tied to the bed,
Moved to the couch,
A stream of feminine secretion!!!
Western and eastern nutrition's,
Two separate juices made high dollar wine!!!!
A show divine!!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
This life aint' love song whilst i march on blindly....
Each secretion of dissections interrogations are on...
on my LIVING soul
man ,
if only you knew ,
i slip like a hidden seamstress
into the alcoves of plenty, the catacomb of mind
and sit and wait untill
the seductress is ready -
her lesions
are lessons
learnt in TIME
she is the mistress of the dark
she needs no title but if you prefer you can call her Q.
this is because , yes , not only is she an insane nerd
she is also -
the softest heart i ever ( dang ) - had the chance to grace ,
Mother for those in need ,
Brother to those indeed
Lover to the oh so lucky few ,
Who she might like to point out, are just as glaringly brilliant too...
so , it's simple.
The layers of time are VERY FLEXIBLE
we need not notion ,
to the motions
at futures unclear - well
but see glimpses ..
- of , past's rejuvenation's born again into different actions
conclusions ..0...
the butterfly effect are the ripples : figment metaphor ( metaphysicians apply inside)
of wings - we are all ANGELS of a sort...
but i like to call angels = experts
they seem to know what's what...
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
Your existence has recited to me
the working book of oracles,
Of the constellations immersed in
Ablaze triumph within the cosmos.
You have shown me the nebulae
Through the windows of
your cruel chest.
Your tongue reads the scriptures
Of the silent black waters,
Sacred black holes.
You have left a voice inside
of my metal core that brings my
stiff cage of bones to a tremble.
You have generously
rained your tears
Into my soils that have
Awakened this pathetic drought.
You have thoughtfully plucked
your delicate pedals to exalt
My ancient rib cage.
You are the queen of creatures in my unstable lands.
Between birth and death
lies the intricate manifestation
of our rituals.
I ask for permission to
conceive you into my womb.
I want to feel our cultivating roots
secure as one,
Into two breathing forms.
Let me give birth to you
so that I may know you
from the inside out- in the literal sense.
Bring me to the threshold of suffering labor,
So that we may share pure adoration .
Let me adorn you with my secretion and madness
And finally when I sway you in my arms,
Sing to me the poem of your being
I plant kisses of peach blossom
upon your eyelids.
Speak to me the language of the flowers
By which you are a native.
In between lost lovers
Rests our hearts.
Names and words patterned
into our wrists.
We lay like dead corpses
With awaken minds.
Our lights roam
Each to a galaxy
Given to me by your *****
We await dawn
To dance with the demons
Welcoming The fire fusing element
That sustains the very madness of my being.
I will cast you down with the sun lights
And dance around you like an ablaze frenzy
Presenting a newborn still to life.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
I breathe you in
The sensation of your love creeped out of my veins and into the fog
Creating a whirlpool of secretion
I cleared a path
The fog hissed
Never leave me
Your breath begins to trace my neck
I am escaping as fast as I can, through the faded night sky.
I breathe you in and out
The fog is taking over my lungs
All I can think about was eyes
How always turned grey as soon as I said goodbye
Your lips stayed sealed as I reached out for your embrace
In the fullness of time I found a clear path out of the fog and into the light
"I should've left you years ago"
I breathe you out.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
**** sapien*
fluid secretion from fountains
under
my
tongue
escape when I talk
fumble over words
pool in the cup
by my bottom teeth
lower lip ****
and when I spit
all
of my secrets
those I promised
desertification occurs
i am rock
knock with bone
dry
come and pick me, cotton picker
the seeds of my ignorant youth
will
stab
at the
hands
slaver is hurt
saliva
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Diagonal insertion of myself into this room we call the present moment
its never gonna go to collections baby, obviously checked it in for a week
we found static in the interruption caused by your radio towers and traps
and what you say, is not true- i see whose driving the hearse, shotgun
appeal to the old me. satisfy my hungering for those other things please
and tho i told you not to bother to call her, you did and just to say you did
don't blame you because you are a good time, perforated into tiny fragments
its not legal but this pedestal fits me like a glove, too much for the initiation
but our doubts, are all left in yesterday. how i follow you home after ever show
come help me hack off the vines and roots after every night of this spilling myself
skips on the record, please don't forget me, i won't forget you, how could i
youre just a missed cherry ash falling on my leg, burning me holes through
saying what you want to say, sorry that i don't reply, see me in the morning
shuddering on my favorite words, while screaming death to the secretion !
first we go spinning out then go smashing painted stained glass !
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
Carcass
****** carcass
Was this by my hands alone?
I can feel my gums peeling apart
And the secretion growing ever fiercer
Maybe it’ll happen when I’m in a peaceful slumber
The hairs on my arm won’t even prickle up to warn me
It’ll be as abrupt as
Deaths
Abruption
I’m not trying to be witty anymore
I’ll look into his cold grey eyes
And find nothing but white blankets of snow
Where no soul has ever walked
I won’t be the first
No I’ll just sit and remember
My belief in what was tangible
Sprit breaks apart
At first
Fierce like a Chinese dragon
Only to scamper away
Scared
Like a small bunny rabbit
Don’t take pity
**** me before I find myself comfortable
White picket fences won’t be able to contain my restless body
I’ll find myself leaping through every canyon’s crevice I can find
Or I’ll pass my time against Anytown’s alleyway walls
Bottle after bottle
Empty and obtuse
Resting diagonally against my pretzel stick legs
No I won’t give a ****
I’ll probably never love any human soul
I’m stumbling and spiraling and laughing and cursing
And through my kaleidoscope all I see is my own empty void
Black and eerie and foreboding
Coming to aid my crucifixion
Love
Love
Love
Love
I found it in the sewers
Where rats die and **** and **** flow seamlessly
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
blood boiling
causes chills along my back
hairs rise along lanky arms
skin pale, eyes swollen and red
eyebrows furrowed, permanent expressions of hate and anger create wrinkles matching the set dad has
he's blind to the fact he's creating them on his little girl
pain is associated with the secretion of substance P, and is relieved by the secretion of endorphins
anger is associated to the spewing of your words and the sternness of authoritarian disciplines, and is relieved in a year, with college dorms and distance of 453 miles
or relieved in an instant by running away
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Don’t breathe too hard,
the air might infect
your numbed gaping mouth,
sneak in some fleshy cavity
and die,
the stink emitting deathly bile
that seeps through gauze,
onto tongue,
down throat,
tormenting tastebuds,
filling cheeks with sick rot
until some frightening tool,
some cold industrial instrument,
comes along to rip
the defective suture from your gums,
relieving your jaw of its ache,
your mouth of its stench.
And blood—
sweet warm living blood—
replaces vile secretion,
and the crusted yellow stitch
lies there alone on a steel table.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
Spanish puckers
Peck mine European cheeks
Maketh me melt
Pull me down between thy belt
Maketh me lick
Until thy secretion overleaks
Until thy bones go weak
Until thy moan speaks
In amour' language
Let me ride to thine advantage
As thou shalt maketh me keep going
Until we both beg in mercy
Handcuffs
A blind fold tease
Please let me seeith
Thy eyes
Roll
To heavens perfection!!
As thou shalt burst
Once, twice, a third
And over again!!
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
When I feel alone
Emptiness hovers around
Till I loose all my doubts
Mysteries, emerge around
Alone is not always dark
I still have my secrets
To remember, to allude
Put it in the light of truth
And secrets are kept from many
Its lonely appreciation
Its special connotation
A companion, never mentioned
Secrets, secret secretion
If I would tell a secret
To one's soul
It's like stealing my own
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
my heart punctured as a foot by broken glass
i reek of dried *** and my own rotting flesh
the scales of mother's womb cool the flaming mold
***** needles filled with rat's ****
picking my fresh scabs from lit cigarettes and pencil sharpeners
my tongue blackened from ink and tobacco
i taste the fungal poison which comes with death
and i sleep in my bed of satin and rusty nails
while tomorrow fills my nightmares
i awake in a puddle of secretion and sweat
breathing death into my lungs
as if welcoming an old friend
one last time
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Precise incision
Secretion of vena sera
Immortalising the hideous actions
Of my adolescence.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
You will get lost in the big city
you WILL, too hard, you WON'T, too much
the secret to a long life is keep breathing and a pulse pounding
you will seek riches and find pity
you will find a garden of riches yet turn it too mulch
you will marry an attentive spouse if you don't mind the hounding
the secrets of the moment are lost in the blink of both eyes,
the secret of receiving is an open palm
if you touch the swollen belly of a bull, and you find ardor
you can find beauty everywhere do not despise the disguise
a secret a flock of birds leaves behind is calm ( bird **** is a secretion not a secret)
the secret to great wealth is found offshore
you will go places reading without, leaving your seat
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
Your friendship feeds the fire
Because you're my entire
You're my whole completion
But I have a worry secretion
You'll use a companion deletion
When we're having fun
You and I are one
I feel extremely close to you
For you teach me the value of two
But you begin to lose me
At the introduction of three
Jealousy piles on more
Once you reach four
And so on and so on
Until I'm all gone
The fire we've built together is too great
I fear the day
You are burnt by the friendly fire
The pain brings you to your senses
And you notice the extent of my wildfire
Having no semblance of control
It must be extinguished
Because by this point
It's all I can see
Part of my family tree
A fire that burns so bright
It protects me from night
But the fire was so red
It travelled to my head
You see how that went
With me pitching a tent
To hide in solitude
From the steam that rises
When fires must be put out
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
Accretion,
Tis I seek!
Permission,
Of ones love to keep!
Partition,
I gaze for none!
Secretion,
Of child play fun!
Direction,
To giveth me her hand!
Completion,
A wedded band!
Ommision,
I want none more!
Suspition,
Please close thy store!
Assumption's,
I enquireth zilch!
Corruption,
Sleeps with filth!
Attention,
Wrap me as waddling infant!
Kitchen's,
To cook a meal of terrace's far and distant!
Affectation,
Of two fallen cherub's!
Alleviation,
Of the bug's and scarab's!
Abstraction,
I paint as a picture,
Benedictions,
Of one pellet, two triggers!
Complications,
Of breathing do I feel,
Irrigations,
Another deathly pill!
Saturation,
Man made queens to beasts!
Irritation,
Where art thou? Queen of settled feast?
Obliteration,
I lurk the high hilled tops!
Incarceration,
Where ghoul's meet thy cops!
Palliation,
To make sensual love in darker nights,
Excruciation,
Where art thou light?
***********
Of kings and consort souls,
Acceptation,
Wilt thou come mine love?
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
Exposed to a god-sent beauty derived from the meadows of perfection.
I revealed every crude and hidden intention like a naked man in Winter’s rain.
Does she not see the shine in my eye when in my imagination she glides by?
In that moment only, am I able to forge us together.
Without reason, I am stored away and forgotten…
It is the secretion that falls from the dark sky that enchants me to lust for her on my knees.
She now controls my conscience and what is left of my heart.
Does she deserve this? My sweetest disposition towards her.
It is beautiful how she crusaded through my soul without her own prior knowledge and intention…
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC