For Women Part 1

Forgive me women for what I am about to say.
I am a man, a product of a left brain, narrow
phallic view of the world, who is on TOP,
in Control.

That I have a socially accepted rite of passage to be a savage.
My lying lion sir-loins will say or do anything to get some.
I have a brain in two places, right now I could be wearing two faces.
One that is weak and brittle, the other is blind and selfish.

I want your breast in my mouth, like a child at your chest.
Forgive me Mother, for I am a Man.

Part 2

...because I have been Mez more eyezed. The shame of it, the socially, religious taboo of it, the strongest natural force on earth. It ain’t a volcano, or a wild animal, it ain’t political systems or the knowledge you have. It lies next to you and lies to be released on you. It consumes us all. We are its result, its victim, its prey. Without it we would surely die. Because of it some of us will die. What is it? I ask you, what is it?
When I was younger and knew it all, I had tunnel vision to my needs with my head up my butt. What I didn’t know was that it was devouring my mind and soul. It was a physical need de-evolving me to a primal state of desire.

Today, right now I just caught myself admiring the curves of a woman’s thigh, herrrrr....! Butt, but, her mind is further up, look up, come on, LOOK UP, up - way up..............but, her butt, I can’t. Ooooh, the way the fabric hugs her, lies across her. Wait! Why do I?, why am I sooohoo?, why can’t I just....?

Huh, why am I so easily distracted at the sight of a woman..?
Why do I become so detached for those few sex, huh, I mean seconds?

he air between me and her draws me back to a distant reality. Ohh, she’s ten feet in front of me. I want to see her naked and feel the curves of her butt, her lower back, her shoulders, her neck, her hair, oooohhhh and her face. I want to draw with my finger the lines my eyes see.

Why do I want this? Can anyone tell me this? Why!? Why did I want my mother’s breast in my mouth? Now I want yours. Why does it feel so good to see them bare before me? What do I get from this when I am lactose intolerant? Why does it feel so good when I see you, feel you, lie next to you, hold you, am inside you? Can you tell me, Why? Freud comes to mind but where is he now? Dead.

Mother, take me back. Return me to the warmth of your insides where I can hear the calming beat of your heart. My insatiable fetal needs

consume me and I never have anything to give. Or do I? What do I give you, what do I give her? Love? Is there love in this eco-system of ego and gender instability?
My needs are mostly emotional buried beneath layers of time, guilt, shame and systemic abuse man-ifesting into physical responses of; desire, anger and fear. Man’s Trinity.

I am still a child, I am not fully developed, I’m not complete.
Mother take me back! (The sound of a drum beating assists my rebirth)

Part 3

Forgive me men for I am a man,
in touch with my feminine side,
and it feels good - to be in balance
Mentally, Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually.
I don’t need to call out for mom. I don’t need a breast in my mouth.
I've weaned myself with the aid of feminine energy
that instinctively cared without condition. Just think, unconditional love.
Unlike that man up there in that hierarchy whose mission is imposition
spewing an illusion through confusion.
“I know the way! He can save the day.”
And as he punctuates with a fist,
“Jesus is coming! Are you prepared?!” The only thing that comes to mind is anal sterility.
Get your suppositories here, suppositories for the Physically, Mentally, Spiritually constipated.
Right now, only a buck. And if you need help getting up there,
you know where,
“Ask and you shall receive!”
But I ask for nothing and get it all. I take nothing until I've given first. My needs are few.
Do you know that we have been deceived, I can no longer believe