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    dots Submission Name: !BANG!BANG!dots
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    Author: ConScribe
    ASL Info:    19/M/Tucson,AZ
    Elite Ratio:    5.11 - 262/360/143
    Words: 381
    Class/Type: Poetry/Satire
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    "Life itself is an odd attraction,
    so let us fuck the flaws,
    and free our minds from conformity
    with a BANG!"- Lust

    Why must true lovers be forbidden speech,
    during the climax of a solitary second
    and its quivery peak of pleasure,
    singing phony fucktunes
    and overplayed pick-up lines
    "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
    through the static of sexual stereo
    as the sex shooter finds its site,
    and blows,
    with a tip that hits the hot cherry core,
    late-night jazz floats into the early morning
    and Miss-Red-Light-District gives up
    trying to ever find Mister-Good-Night's-Sleep?
    Why is the Goddess of Wine prohibited
    when all she wants to do is fuck
    the "free" world out of its cage of conformity
    so that Lady Liberty may stand nude,
    like the day she was born,
    with her flame of lust held high in longing?
    Why is the Wild Wild Everywhere so prone to hate,
    when the most untamable emotion is love,
    love that that keeps lovers lively,
    and happy till they French kiss the sunrise,
    making it with God's lips, dawn's reborn rays,
    a sign for sex addicts to seize the silence of sleep,
    a backdrop the boring business men must loathe,
    dressed plain as shit for the daily dog eat dog races,
    with collars of compliance burning their necks like nooses?
    Why are mobsters and crooks alike allowed to run the streets
    with their guns of metal that only shoot hate,
    as couples must keep their love making quiet,
    choking on confinement, secretly sharing the recycled air
    of kisses?
    Why do so many within the masses
    reenact the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre every year,
    fighting from the fašade of false feelings for the fantasy of fancy fucks,
    telling lies to themselves, and their enemies,
    the ones they wish they could love,
    between the cheap connections of candy kisses,
    holding halfhearted hands
    that part quicker than crappy cardboard compliments
    and careless carnal crevices created to crave
    climaxes coming and closure?
    Why must I put my finger to my head,
    and fuck my eardrum with an imaginary bullet?

    "I feel like I'm finally Free..."-Longing's last words




    Submitted on 2006-08-17 14:26:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Hello,

    I like your oppinion about sexuality. The only thing is i dont think people should be completely free when i comes to sex. I think that there should at least be some sort of limit. Besides, I think that since intamacy is limited it makes it all the more exilerating.
    I also got a fealing that this poem is about a certin person that you may have liked. That maybe she was in a nother click or something that made it impossible for you and her o excist. Nice job on the poem. Its cool that you wrote on a topic like this.

    SarahE.P.
    | Posted on 2006-10-10 00:00:00 | by SarahE.P. | [ Reply to This ]
      This piece has great social commentary. We are the product of modern times struggling with its' puritan past, and sexuality is at the core of this issue. You make a good point at the end about why are people more comfortable with being exposed to violence than sex. I wish I knew! There are a lot of people that can never and will never get over their own sexual hang-ups and simply project their own issues onto the rest of us. I've experienced it first-hand, especially with being a woman. I've had guys break-up with me when they found out that I had had more partners than them because they couldn't handle that I don't fit into a submissive and disinterested feminine role. I normally am not so moved by poems like this one, but sexuality is very important to me. You also have a lot of great imagery, like about lady liberty naked as she was intended to be or the lovers kissing sunrise with god's lips. So I say keep it up, because you're sure to rattle a few cages with this content, but it simply isn't done enough. Thanks for sharing such an interesting write, and I hope to check out more of your stuff.

    Peace out,
    Sarah Jane
    | Posted on 2006-08-17 00:00:00 | by SayJay | [ Reply to This ]


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