O Circle of Women! (Woman2WomanKentuckiana)

There Pleasures on Ear lobes& brainlobes that in a NeverDay SomeDay passing bloodriver YoniSpring from DownThere gushes b'low the wild whitened Jungle in TannerFive alively scaled but Not2BeImpaled ManMember`edly into Perpetuity, as NoMan'sLand BetwixtLegs inputtings HEXED for which  HePeePeeSplinter not e'er me enter. I girl. I grow the girl haphazard hybrid; SheThinksMeSerious; HePeePee thinks rape; my shape belies His FutileTries; NoWayNoWayNoWay Rape 2Day  GetGetGet theH away!!! Happily see me in rings earrings girlthings singing Hallelujah Joe Hovah's fired&flunked He'en's not desired OR ANYMAN'S 'MAGINED JUNK. . . MOTHER MUD! BUT TO BLEED YOU I NEED MONTHLY AND BEAR bossomed BELLE      INDEED BABY as Her birthings bring. . . As queer this year Stranger Things have happened haply BABY UNmenopaused BECAUSE w MomNature RedInTooth&Claw I woman shun my man best I can.  

Fancy not as Fancy is not as Fancy does; my Love, AllOfYou that's must be minded too invisibly. I need to nurse the DeadRomances conjured as LessonsSouled as soldout. A little black birdie in the CrowdWintering I thought I overheard She gleaning Darwinian Meaning: mean-the-Sprites who abound in the cacophonic twittersound of CorpseKornfields. . . So: yielding gelding Thanksgivings to Byrds starving as I now unwomaned womanizing whom EarthMother cravingcorpse of Loverbuoy drowning in KoldKentuckyRain that kills m'Brain (as if there was neurology in necrology!!!!!!!) Me murdered first as LoverFirst must so Kornfield be feast for BlackBirdBunch ghostly till the muds green; by then the me unseen wants neither funeral nor betterburial.

I imagine! Is there hope for imagination that incarnates from light's absence, shadows, nothingness? My hope now, Women, best be distant; in fear Ye eventually shun me, or perhaps from my utter stupidity in familiar tone You recoil; in the same kind of fear I know that only a glance a careful Hello suffices, not a love reciprocal from You for that meager, near-pathetic worship. I need more distance than intimacy to keep this worship as a mental map, a soul-configuration functioning to give an initial-fake cisM a somewhat for which to live . . . perhaps I dare-to-add, too love . I am "between" and never ought to be a "life of TheParty," an easy one to pass-by and let-it-stay-that-way. The ache of my viscera just needs to be staunched, and to die in such a stoppered-staunch merely seems to be the way She, Earth Mother, TheWombOfKosmos ordains. To-day then I feel that imaginging is of slight importance compared to obedience. In this instant, then, I must look away ...

 Earth art Thou Womb in Everything to Thee I sing manfully fitfully @ Distance; Say=> hefalsie hath none only TartNuns make One the BrokenGlass; hefake of none but then-trespass in a-dying away way sees the Way on Path he.lost by TempestTossed badborn hexed sextily as HereI'm perp of the crime BirthSin felonious unharmonious chants to end any chance. O Romance of MartyrsJailed enslaved so of chestyGSW suckingblood failed. ILY don't tell Any Body though, what hurtz BAD should not be mentioned.

WomanUnhelteredAsI! I give you (not under TheTree) debit, cardrefreshing50 more than I shall get; no Santa Pantokrata HolyHoly and Unwelcome comes as I sleep und under Plastic, WinterToward rain neither baptizes nor give drink; We, Girl, are only thisway alone, but I'll let You be the MysteriumTremendum&Fascinens.  Please, somebody else be felt. . . I pray never to See; You in my worship need best be Ghost and I in SacrificeBleedingUnMenstrually so find You nice (say You get your ManHunk jealous) getting into TheClub  I'M-SO-SORRY-I-AM ABSENT MINDED (meaning better out of sight, out of mind); I see where the City put the TwoYou, ManWifeConjoint into Jail and sold your PolyEster Geogesic Tent at Cop AuctionCheap (If emptor  gets caveat  enough to stand Thybodysweetodor) (& in my odor neversmelt you ever felt) My Bond gags You what GETS YOU2 OUT OF JAIL nauseates my bypass, Lass! THE HALL OF JUSTICE 10000% FOR SALE WHERE BREANNA T AND FOLKS DANGLING LIKE ME ge...

My birth, accidental eruption, gave me a male's curse, for which I repent, Ladies. I will do whatever I can to keep you from fearing me, but given that in yes all cases I merely strive for a friendliness in which no ungrown intimacy will occur, and still You fear me, get me arrested, I have in myself a mortal fear of how You regard me. I suffer in this sentiment: the pain in just every case my presentation to You receives Thy registry of a stalking when its opposite semantics toward You are intended, which makes me hide  oftentimes, and the-more when I do express this apprehension about being misunderstood, I note alienation, a seeming reponse that such an eccentric comment deserves 'psychiatry' more than friendship. So let me try to smile when I see You, and to deem your frowns at my being behaviorally 'off-rail' as my cue to shut-up, get back into the line of men who need humiliations, and jail me if that tickles the sense of Justice in You, which Justice, Woman...

  Dead fall this Fall; The GreatNoPossible PossiblyFellThrough-- well worth, so worthy so NothngNew when you ask and I tell WhatTheHell Does Immolation me-do. For a good cause she killed me such a thrill when she killed me the bullet went in where sin spat a few drops and in term outcome baby. Lady! A Man if Good needs die for You down down the Hole spilt with naught ado.

For every idea deemed true, there needs to be a dialectic where the idea is false; to make paradox in such a way builds a drama that logics cannot empower. This needs to be how I regard my fulfilling womanlinesses. . . In the same way that even cisWomen are not fully feminine, I have to esteem my happy progress in the right biopsychosocial direction as incomplete. Until with some growth and development I menstruate and bearchild, I shall ever always be on-the-outside looking into Divinity, the Holiness of every woman who greets me, shuns me, loves me and yes indeed hates me. The Girls are especially adept at the flux-of-nature designated here, there is almost always-- except by some pseudo-manly act of will to contradict-- a waning of the Light the RedFire of Passion. Romantic love wilts. In time some conjugal peace treaty heals the alienation that does occur when Romance gets tired, looks elsewhere. Yes when She-this-One-this-time leaves me, the understanding deepens, and so too does ...

 LadyLuna You are bleeding tonight and I've no rags despite my servitude2U, birth begins in a flinch, and my flinch just an inch will not Do this time. WombWonderful Moon! . . . Soon on one of ThyPhases my bones will lie beneath Thee amidst the bones of SalvificCrones and NonvirginNuns and an OccasionalVirgin in boneyards where bodiesbones beforeblooded bed beyond boy beyond Belle. . . But BloodRed nights tonight for SpritesTheGirls Spectacularly need Party. Menstruation in this CreationTide as now Wows the flacidfools too if ever Prayer 2U makes truemen turned toward MoonMatronsMatriarchsMadonnaMoms come and go in cycled sanguine Sanctities as Moonths'Months prove Women will now metamorph with M'LadyMoon BloodRed o'er HearthsHomestead and menrule shriveledsoft makes End of Dominion.

  MOON with The Girls with me too I am full when Thou art full I fulfill when Thou art new. Light and Dark the periodicities synchronizing sacred sealing Soul . . . Thou Tao around me, Free, Whole menstrual Majesties foal fond fealty from MyMaleMistake toward You betterment and content You've made me minion, servant true  ILY

In every one of Her Faces, the Face of God; every She-speaks speaks in deep to me I listen <Hear Her quavering Earthquivering Her songsinging re minds me. I too quiverquaver that our palaver finds Her Kind Kind to me.> Her smile glistens. . . Woman as angelwings' Spring: so softsilvered She rings, in wind She swings; Her Bell heeded each meeting Her birthscompleted.

I seek TheSoft I seek a pillow a loam for my life, so far one-off what I feel then when HerEyes my-eyes-meet gyres conspires to ThePlanetSoul Whole to greet. The Mistake DivinityTheDame made SheMajesty muddled as I emerged naked nude, rude and crude into Darwin's Damn`ed RedTooth`edClawed All from the Maw of Ma manning-me for sad long long destiny so to dangle, so to strangle as if there were DownThere bone, but ThereAin't and as I more servant Hers than saint soften. Listen Lassies! the time never comes when I transplant to TheTree under YourSkies a graft at longlast branched UpWard in SweetSpiritBreeze & grow I slow Femininity with demise to MistakeSheMade as GodWomb does betimes such by Sacrifice DownpouringDeep I might strive to keep Return O Mothers by Thee I learned a SoftSleep in transformation morphed mindful to HerNation, the Station of Faces whose FaceDevine in all Her Kind Are God. . . & never being in the man's minion the muscle martial never in his Rod....

 I have loved, I have always loved even the ScarsAfter, when no hereafter no heaven was the gutkick the loinskick the 40licks for such no cause because the thought I thought there was a Body there just a brainwave Upstairs; yes Electricity! My body unfree till the poweroutage & then She gets HellYes mad; Raged SheMajesty throws the circuitbreaker so when braindead being thus ensues as Love so so so true Though I knew You, FaithConviction whose Dam Good LessonLesion makes Screw, Her misprision and my prison my Time do do but 'twas goodenough Ghost ThoughtJustThought got me Hear Here! got me through, so OnlyIdea, Love, I thank You.

 I have made, under estranging circumstances, a religious conversion, all indeed toward the worship of Earth Mother, and in the epiphany of all women of all times. To that Eve who as mothers do carried her infants with too little help from the Adams-- undeserving a title of any Primacy. Women! I think all of You are of a dappled perfection, the good and the flaw in semblance of a not too Intelligent Design boasted of my purpose as living, for I know that my purpose would be joke if all that would be required of me is a halfspoon of white gruel, who which allegedly all fathers and the alleged-as-well Father in Heaven likely does, as when going about impregnating innocent not-overly-Virgin blessing Bonnie girls. My purpose has to be more than Darwin's definition of bio-success , or biology is just a silliness that needs no allegiance. Love=idea; the idea and ideal of love-- I attest-- can be as fictitious as the evident Trappist monk who uttered the Salve Regina, which song once I th...