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(contains references to sensitive issues)

She’s just a babe
he’s only two
of youth refill
they’re broken in

but leave no mark  
so they're unspoiled
for clients booked
it's all arranged

no tracks you'll leave
their brain's not through
not til they’re three
so chill out dame

the program works
divert impel
‘'you crazy sh-t
here take this pill’

nobody hears
if told some tales
but they won't talk
their lips are sealed

from dot they’re trained
they’re here for us
don't have to guess
‘you talk, you die!’

so pay the fee
their price is high
and bring this dog
they’ll do it all

and shouldn’t you
take all you're due
you work real hard-
on nectar sup
-
Stop! Not so quick
for veils can lift
and imprints made
don’t ever die

archival facts
reveal themselves
when day arrives
you’ll face the Judge

and when you breach
a petal new
it injures both
and gear stick shifts

you've soiled life's bed
with squalid stains
now own the Sh-t
says mirror man







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From time to time an instance comes to light involving well-organized abuse at an almost unimaginable level.  Children from a very young age are trained to provide all manner of sexual services to meet the demands of deviant and sadistic clients.  Contrary to what people may think, this happens not just in so-called 'third-world countries,' but in more prosperous lands too.  

Even where there is significant corroboration for the veracity of such accounts, survivors can suffer the further indignity of not being believed.  There is some movement and improvement in knowledge but more needs to be acknowledged and understood, not only by colleagues and other professionals providing care, but society at large.  

It all makes one ponder what leads a perpetrator to act this way.  Whilst it helps to understand some act out trauma they themselves received, it is unacceptable behaviour, is still a criminal offence - and it hurts others.   We all have choice to decide ahead what we would do if offered an easy way to cross that line.  Decency requires we resolve to remember who we want to be in essence and retain this reality check:  how would I feel if this was my wife, my child?   Refuse to abuse another.  

Some boundaries simply should never be breached, even if one is promised immunity from repercussions, e.g. told 'the child won't remember – it won’t hurt them.'   Many victims do remember and either way, such incursions rob them of a normal life, something many take for granted.  The truth is they are massively, negatively affected on one level or another, often in multiple ways, at whatever age such incursions take place.  

The reality is that transgressing on another's boundaries on any level not only harms the recipient but also those violating others.  It alters and destroys something in the offender, immediately recognizable or not, and by extension the wider community is affected.  

On looking in the mirror an offender may see at best a deluded half-life.  As my poem concludes, who would want to be meeting that inner witness to their corrupt and heartless behaviour, their real character looking back at them through the 'man* in the mirror...'

*(either gender can offend - some women sexually abuse too.  When a perpetrator takes a good look in the mirror of reality, they may well find themselves  confronted with the enormity of what they have done, and who they have become)
I’m in my prime; at the cusp of my development.
A few more years of growth makes decay a lot more relevant…
Glass Elephant,
Glass Elephant,
Irrelevance, benevolence, compassion, or malevolence;
I’m one of few who sees it sums no difference.
Glass objects.
Or Elephants.
Irrelevance,
Irrelevance

Striving for motion, with motive elusive
Each thing I endeavor is far too exclusive
I need something inclusive, objectively singular
A sinusoidal wave with a mean lacking integers
Peace in zero and equilibrium inclusion
Glass Elephant
Glass Elephant
Delusions, Delusions
AditiBoo Aug 31
She hates what she sees
So she tries so hard to please
You see,  to be seen is not enough
To her, even a smile is a rebuff...

So she lights up a room
Leaves no space to gloom
Becomes your Bob and your Godmother
Always available when you need her

A very good friend and fiend
Always someone you can hold in esteem
But then...there is a dark side you are yet to discover
A black stain in a soul full of colour

She hates what she sees and yearns to be seen
So she shows herself on every wretched scene
She bares all that she is hoping for anything but hate
She gave away too much and now it’s too late

They told her she was worth so much more
They told her “you need to love yourself more”
But you cannot adore what you abhor
You cannot praise what you deplore

And time makes the stain grow darker
It seeps further, spreads deeper
Her light shines brighter
And her smile grows wider

They all say 'what a great catch' she is
As she tries even harder to please
Small favours become regretful errors
Small tremors paralyse all of her members

So she sits, withering in self-loathe
Stunted in her emotional growth
Trapped in a dark corner of her soul
Waiting for someone to hear her call
He is there but nobody sees him
He speaks but no one can hear
He lives his life in confinement
And no one ever comes near.
To watch him He looks rather lonely
He is lost that is perfectly clear.
Once a child in the arms of his mother
And his father would always be near.
But parants don't last forever
And soon they are no longer here
Now there  is nobody out there
To chase away all of his fears.
He walks to his flat he has no one
Loneliness his only friend
Is this what he really lives for
With nothing to show at the end.
Let's start from the very beginning
It happens in this day and age
Take note of this lonely stranger
Invisible in so many ways.
Watched a documentary a couple of years ago about the amount
Of people who live on their own it was amassing. Although this poem
Is a true case of a man who really was let down by the people around
Him saddly he was like being invisible  in the eyes of the world.
He just didn't fit in with others .
English Jam May 8
Drink to the woman who cared for others
Drink to the man who let her die in the gutter
Drink to those who think they have eternal youth
Drink to those who learn but don’t recognise truth
Drink to those who descend to the feet of Malkuth
Drink to those whose only wish is to hang from the roof
Drink to the liars whose only lie was that they were fine
Drink to the colours that dared to be vibrant and different from mine
Drink to the comedian whose pain is well nourished
Drink to the lover whose bruises have all flourished
Drink to the girl who doesn’t know what to believe
Drink to the guy who always feels like he has to leave
Drink to those who killed themselves to start anew
Drink to the crowd of many that thinks it’s a crowd of few
Drink to those who clean the world without a thank you
Drink to those discovering a new kind of blue
Drink to those who stand for themselves without any legs
Drink to the rich man who still stops and begs
Drink to those who worship God through death
Drink to those who don’t know they’re taking their final breath
Drink to the children who found guns way too early
Drink to the boy who was told he’s too girly
Drink to the saviour who taught peace and love
Drink to those who lived hatred to get above
Drink to the shadows who stayed carefully hidden
Drink to the people of whom the shadows were forbidden
Drink to those who dream of what came before and after
Drink to the virgins who were hurt by everyone’s laughter
Drink to the non-virgins who were put into shame
Drink to the celebrities who forgot their own name
Drink to the singer who doesn’t know what the words mean
Drink to the speaker who tells stories of things he hasn’t seen
Drink to the prisoner who builds and makes
Drink to the police officer who kills and takes
Drink to the majesties whose requests are over the top
Drink to the awkward kids who don’t know when to stop
Drink to the side of history that was never told
Drink to the heroes who eventually grew old
Drink to those who bury themselves in mountains of cocaine
Drink in the words of the liar who says it’s OK
Drink to the daydreamers lost in a drowse
Drink to the shimmering girl in a torn blouse
Drink to the society that discriminates anyone in its excess
Drink to the forgotten parade of losers, addicts and rejects
Drink to whoever sees love in the dark chapters of our books
Drink to those who are and aren’t obsessed with their looks
Drink to the new generation that abandoned its old pastiche
Drink to all who have and haven’t found their niche
Drink to the beach who had fresh scars each day
And drink to the ocean that washed the scars away

Drink, drink, drink, upon high
Raise your glass, raise your glass high

Cheers.
Karijinbba Jul 27
My twin flame here I am
Do with me as you please
I surrender to you

Other women complain asking
you why do you love me more then them and you replied

"why do I not love any of you like her"? "If a blind woman and one who sees are together in darkness, they are the same.
Light comes, the one who sees will see light. The blind one
stays in darkness."

I am yours beloved I see your light my teacher my guru Sage twin flame my everything!

Caress me dance me oh sing me
Lay with me among the wild
flowered fields and bunny meadow prairy land
Spread you my wings I am
in full array near our nudist hill
My Adam your Eve
Or skip this previews
just take me now

Touch me taste me
Climb we do our Macchu-picchu mountain each time we touch
Many mountain we shall climb
I won't ever let you down
Reciprocate my lover
I am your true love

I've been waiting for your scripted promises of old for decades to manifest.
Help me bridge this old gap bridge the chasm with
a leap of faith
Help me come out of this world of unreality our old prenuptial script lets jump into life

Let me spill my heart to you
Spill yours and play some nice music no more sad songs
Its sunny and beautiful outside
What a wonderful world
Loving the outdoors
Loving you loving me

Lay me down under the sunny
blue sky by day, let the pine tree aromas after the heavy rains to heighten and sharpen our senses
the evenings long.
Lay me down
under the pomegranate trees with their sensual hanging fruits get me high feeding me your ripe fruits
I so hunger for you.
Embrace me gently or grab me
download yourself into my hybrid your inter galactic antivirus, lets wait untill dark falls for the stars to blanket us all nigh long I am your star seed
ENTER ME the mornings long.

You raise me up like mercury on a thermometer pumping me
Earthquaking me
Fireworks crackling us
Volcanic booms exploding
with each pump fly me higher and higher raise me up, and up

You are the perfect lover
Perfect husband amazing father
To this truth I surrender
Mate with me jump into Karijin's hole fly us to Australia
Protect me from the wild beast

Guide me make me into your own image God of love
King of hearts
here I am your Queen bee 2
glued together baby two
plus twenty more!

There isn't a tree a rose a
Hilton hotel a Travelodge
A Laundry's restaurant
a garden a mountain
Paris Egypt Australia Africa
Not any place on earth
Where I can't find you and me
You are omnipresent
It hurts so much missing you
like this, yet I thank God for this.

No body else has your mind
your spirit soul your manner
Your deeds your patience
The abyss in your eyes
Is my own abyss
You love like I do your smile
is my own

There isn't a Space Centet rocket
Not any Star System
That won't remind me of you
looking at me waiting
Longing praying
for me to understand
You were the only one who
truly loved me for me

Everywhere I look I see you
there thank you for this mysterious outworldly
remains it's what I chose for
myself inadvertedly.

Oh i could't live without you
"Death would have been more liberating" Oh I did die by amnesic shock in Veracruz
and I wished I was never born

I fell into the abyss and I died again when Nasus answered
The phone saying you two had a son! I believed her lie!
Its called jealousy is a very distructive emotion

Lover of  life! True love I was your thornbird nightingale you were my Lark, we now have sang our sad dying songs. I know you read my songs because they were also yours
Sigh... I missed so much......
LOVE OF MY LIFE
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All rights reserved: excerpts from my first memoir.



Karijinbba_nick name
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Aplicable {1974 through 1995 up to 2006.}Yes all my poems my life near or far was "The true loving of the woman who loved you most in this whole wide world"... It wasn't just any wishfully thinking of you..... NO.  Just as Janehilonmay Motbers Day was the true loving of a man who loved me tbe most in this whole wide world so were this words on my post poetic host..now from my Diary As you have seen i kept all the thigs of you your live hidden so deep not even i could reach tgem fir such a long time who cod live in youri love with out you..
See. Me I grew taller thanks to you I am a Two thousand Oak tree Willow tree of Life yours... and the tree of good and evil.. Thank you for everything. As you can see I am your dream that did live and breaths in the face of reality.
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Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
He sat by a furnace of seven-fold heat,
As He watched by the precious ore.
And closer He bent with a searching gaze,
As He heated it more and more.

He knew He had ore that could stand the test
And He wanted the finest gold,
To mold as a crown, for the king to wear,
Set with gems of price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,
Tho’ we fain would say Him "nay."
And watched the dross that we had not seen
As it melted and passed away.

And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,
But our eyes were dim with tears,
We saw but the fire, not the Master’s hand,
And questioned with anxious fears.

Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow
As it mirrored a form above,
That bent o’er the fire, though unseen by us
With a look of ineffable love.

Can we think it pleases His loving heart
To cause us a moment's pain?
Ah, no! But He sees through the present cross
The bliss of eternal gain.

So He waited there with a watchful eye,
With a love that is strong and sure.
And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat
Than was needed to make it pure.

~ A.F. Ingler
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