W(hole)s

W(hole)s W(hole)s

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Status: Finished

Genre: Other

Summary

This is a curRant piece of the puzzle that is the wHOLE self come to fruition through winding paths, self truths, intuition and lessons that become more than fate . Purpose is a chance to know you matter because you Belong here!

Summary

This is a curRant piece of the puzzle that is the wHOLE self
come to fruition through winding paths, self truths, intuition and lessons that become more than fate . Purpose is a chance to know you matter because you Belong here!

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Submitted: August 03, 2013

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Submitted: August 03, 2013

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I never thought- that roundness- could be- so- sexy

as the big- fat man- hovered- over me
and let me down so easy -yet called me lazy- 
led me-into the places- where- dust motes dwell
 
I have- been through- living hells
but nothing- like the tales that- he tells
I weave them- like a  spide-r laying eggs- within his- full grown moon
June dies- fast enough- and we are- all- starving for attention
 
If it were Lent I'd not repent- but get down on my knees
and sing of praise -to one who never knew how to be raised- but spent his whole life falling
call me insane or call me plain
but I am despite their plans more than appealing- the next sickle moon- there is a new tomb he's unveiling
 
Reveal me- like a bleeding ghost- living in the crimson dust
They told me- he was- the one- to trust
like Santa Claus- or maybe the Pope
neither of us can cope- even foreven trying- he rocks the cradle- as my cocoon lay dying
 
I am speared upon- his knotted ropes
entangled- in his silken -seductive hopes
I may be loud- but he is bald
you couldn't find such fates- combined -unless through pages yellowing and unbinding 
 
So what- it's tough- says the corpse- as she grins with out her teeth
he blows angry smoke from his nose -the dark hairs adorn him
like mistletoe- upon a xmas wreath
The kiss is more than what's beneath- Balder was the Grandfather of both Adam and EVE
 
Leave me alone- to my own grief- to ponder in relief
the shadow and structure- of the dying veins within- the once green leaves
we had to go- like a single drop- of overdue sand- within the clam
the pearl- did not shine- until the darkest- slimiest part of night
 
Are we alright- or was it really sinning
You called me a goddess and a hag- while you were leaving
the mud can't catch your footprints- they're too worn
besides I didn't hear you- through my own- fog horn
 
Oh skinny silly me- that is not- your reality
Pull out the toys- but leave the sack empty -I plead
You want be a big boy- and ride off- on your steed
These are not my misdeeds- I will not eat- your sins- in greed
 
The threads are loose- even as you pull me- tight to you
I can t breathe- because own weights- are just too blue
Eternity drowns- as my legs- are in the air
any position- other  than missionary- is not out of order- or ordinary- but beware
 
You cared- when I flirted with the waitress
you complained- that crazy man took away our time- and held my harness
but he was only listening- to my bibliography
you tried- to get me- to reveal more- than I- already spilled
 
Look at the disc fly- mix the words out of place
and in no  time- I am more than a dog- reaching for your bone
no no no- There is no umbilical cord -which links you- to my heart
to my phone- to my body- or my home
 
Leave me alone- I complained- you were not ready
I'm a planet without rings- and yet even weightless you expect me
to go steady- yet you faint- when another card- falls
and your gait- is like a lame man- walking down another- blind alley or hall
 
The sun is your domain- you protectme- so i remain here- drowning my own fears
calling up the thunder- for your little bit of rain
another heartbeat and those tiny feet would crowd- your already cramped space
so put me aside run walk hide- after all every where is your place
 
i don't eat except what I am fed- you only leave me bits- of leftovers that -were within
your celebrations for the dead- I can lick the rim- or clean the scarps off- instead
leave your shoes off- let my clothes drop- before I even- reach your bed
At least that's what I thought- you said- you'd think- I'd know- better-than to wear- just a sweater in the snow
 
Come out come wherever you are- you treat me not like a diamond or a star
but a bleeding gaping scar-after all isn't that what wars and widows are for
creep on me and I'll let you see just how many miles it takes for me to smile
when I'm falling down stairs and out the widows- a million miles an hour
 
Get into the dirty shower and wash those stains
sit upon the toilet but do not flush- You're the mess
I'll lick up- even in your heaviness- you are- vain
you won't tell me- the weather- whether or not-you point me to the cock or rooster- on the vane
 
We both grew up on the North side- you act rich but you're as poor as me
I don't want any money or anything- you think my innocence is just another form
of greed- sign here- it's my body - but it's your deed
I don't believe -that man in the red suit -ever came- except whenI left him -more than dimes- beneath my pillows
 
You make swings- out of my weeping willows and chains from my bleeding hearts
what kind of dandelion starts the seed for your wishing- I can always tell if a man is married or doesn't care
there is no kissing no soft caressing no untold blessings anywhere
Get out the knife and cut the steak- I don't eat meat -but you don't appreciate- my kind of dressing
 
It's too depressing- to see me fail while all the while- your winning streaks- seem to prevail
Somewhere there's a sign- that fell off of the road
the roof is the leaking and again my story is untold
you'd cut off all my hair if your fingers were made of gold
 
Scold me I am bad- Take me- but I've already been had-
The price of freedom is too high- I tell the truth- hmmm but it is nothing- tangled up
in your society's delivery of a lie- I am the beggar at the door- I have no money- then what was I for
but to get down on my knees - and lick or be licked on your floor
 
You hiss at me although- you always laugh- that I am the snake- in your grass
It's me whose ass wears the saddle or the brand- I never kick you- but I always under
stand- I play my parts so well- the stage was set before the curtains were ever drawn-
I never yawn nor take the coin from you- and if I'm throw  off- you think- it's just another point of view
 
One and one is sometimes more than two- and you want the hearts- to keep beating- as you make me the official
sacrificial lamb- that keeps on bleating- stick the hoe- in the dirt
Mother Earth does n't hurt- rape her again -after she all- she lifted up her skirts-
her orifices are but mere chances for you to dig- and add some more of your offal- to the hurt
 
Damn it all in your kingdom there no queens- only the cracked eggs that they leave behind and
 in between-You'd rather- every bee be alive- that way you get- more drones for the hive
- so you wear that single pure white glove-and claim it wasn't stained by your semen or your love
Peace is just a game upon the floor- a rug pulled out beneath me- for your door
 
Your clan looks through my keyholes- with their pointy white hats
you say Rome didn't burn and the pyramids- weren't built like that
but you kiss the spit from every ring - tarnish my affections with
your rulings because you are the pope the knight the king
 
Little girl don't give up all your hope- I' ve so much candy that you'll choke
and remember to smile- because after awhile everything's- your joke
so  you say as you knock down my castles in the air- if they weren't made of ice
maybe if I were just nicer- then maybe- you could learn to care
 
Share everything - give me your domain- your rights- your country and your name
You are worthless- so you don't have worry about fame- just bask in his unending ever present light
and open or close the door up loose or tight-after al yet-l it's not like you matter
but maybe god will pity you in the here after- you say this- as I lick up another bead- of your holy sweat
 
People who have nothing aren't allowed to bet- and there are no memories that are important- so you should forget
Come and ride upon my sleigh- the magic deer fly- when you're my slave
and you are so endearing and so brave - Bitch you do as I proclaim-don't worry -
 No hurry-Don't be so nieve- just stick out your tongue and believe- that is your quote
 
I never knew i had the choice to vote- when you are a sieve- you do not swim or float
but pet the billy goats beard- nothing is worse- than hisown fear- so get him his cigarettes and beer
Don't forget- no regrets - now make sure your panties- show why you cheer- the bully teaches you- it's just a game
Now aren't glad you are here- so he came -you silly thing- let him pluck- the fruits from your vine- you're fucked -again- and you don't even mind
 
Round and round now take another knife- if you're worthy someday you'll be his wife- better yet if you behave
You'll be his pet and his slave- any way you slice- it's his turn at the dice - and if you bother
to look twice- you'll notice you don't even give a sigh - as he spreads the honey on your thighs- if you were in just  one piece
  you would be a die- snake eyes or even bones- but there is no need to copy your twin peaks because the useless have no clones
 
 
So good bye Mr fat man - I have no more steam- to fuel the next track for your dreams
Now get out- the painted cardinal screams- as you awake- blink twice- it was nice
you are so round- yet you drop the ball- as the next baby screams- forced from it's cozy room
she is but a sculpture for his seed will always bloom- yet lay your wild flowers at his tomb and say goodbye
 
This time the butterfly shall not die- and you begin although he came-
The story is written in your blood and sweat and name- though the tapestry of his myths do not become your visions
You know your worth but how many times you have arisen from his flames alone
you let go of all your worries and build up your heart your hearth your home
 
Mother Earth she realizes - you are both a woman yet her child- the war is over and you are not broke
You are your own center of the uni-verse and now you have spoke- you are the hub in which you hum
each moment you are alive you now become- another present for your hope to open- the past is really gone but it's more
than just a lesson- your garden is the scent that you leave- you are the very hope- that you believe- so take another thread - it's time to weave-
 
You are so much more than how you cope- there are more colors in your rainbow- and shapes within your kaleidoscope
your map is pregnant with ideas for your globe- you are all the paths upon your road- every word you utter is a spell
that keeps your silence happy and your dreams well- you've come far enough now you are close enough to agree
The eye of the storm is more than dignity-- all that matters is that I have chosen me- reality is how I choose to see
 
 
Vashti Puls
 
 


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