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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar

META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010 (Author Central)

Hooray For Sluts!

Hooray For Sluts!

Cynics should define Pornography thus:
Unsubtle orchestration of on-screen rape.

Divine nymphs given over to beastly men's pleasures
Lurid scenes arousing one's attention
While capitalizing on intention
A paradox; reviled yet treasured.

Dominance dynamics between master and slave
Will to power vis-a-vis will to life
Ribald relations with husband or wife
Although if consensual, no face need be saved.

Our Acheulian Goddess is generous
Beyond any reasonable belief
Providing each his relief
From a sensual hunger so onerous.

Aphrodite's daughters are all votaries of Eros
Joined in orgiastic sport with goatish Pan
Hermaphroditus is half woman and half man
Whilst loving young lads was once known as Eromenos

So let's hear it for those titillating temptresses willing to take it for we teeming masses
Turning on us lusty voyeurs by baring their luscious breasts and bawdy asses!

You Little Cam-Whore You . . .

You Little Cam-Whore You . . .

Getting hit on "online" by like, twenty desperate guys

Knowing she's the focus of so many pairs of eyes

At least out in cyberspace, such a woman is a prize

But even in this ocean there are fish that just won't bite

Subdued would-be suitors - low on awe but high on spite

Who will not cross the start line for attractions based on sight

Some don't get over others - some can't overcome themselves

Most ignore the rules and end up in private hells

Though no pretty face is worth whatever dignity one sells


At ~ Z ~ Nightclub

Currently Reading:

The Fifth Dimension

At ~Z~ Nightclub

All the single ladies hit the dance floor at Z nightclub
Every macho man tries to squeeze in for a rub
Evolutionary psychology is at play beneath black light
Skins bare as courtships flare with neon smiles so bright

Many different voices clamor for attention
Male and female seek each other's validation
Women project sensuality and men go with aggression
Hips swing and heads swim in wild anticipation

Subwoofers deafen while sight is confounded by booze
Arms flail upward when inhibitions are set loose
Mania overtakes, breaking a flimsy truce
Society sheds civility for carnality's caboose

DJ priests of Techno spin out another break
Everything is given for those who know to take
One might feel as if dreaming even being wide awake
Shuffling to the beat, happy feet produce a quake

Cameras flash at giddy partygoer poses
Some tilt down their necks, others turn up noses
Lasers beam through icy vapor doses
Fleeting moments frozen by those who chose this

It all happens at Z nightclub ~ Every weekend everywhere
Why pursue more meaning ~ When its plain and simple there?

Back In The Arms of Eve

Currently Reading:

Desire: The Tantric Path to Awakening

Back In The Arms of Eve

Waking up on a bed of beachside rocks
Under the dissolving clouds of an effervescent sun
He can feel it happening again, though it seems a new beginning
As he detects her unseen light behind him inside this hollow scene
Whence she offers him the fruit forbidden by Creator
Now snap out of it Adam!

Go ahead, taste and be rewarded
Open your eyes and seize the dove
Wrapped in the electrifying arms of woman
When you both feel it, there will be no both of you to talk about
And you’ll notice that nothing and no one else exists there either
Because during those brief instants this duality is breached
One can engulf the whole creation
With a bio-nuclear reaction
Known as Love.



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