Intelligentsia Purgatory

Candy Man

2007-01-18T13:16:00.000-08:00

Diabetes, the Good Way

Feels as if my teeth are riddled with cavities from swallowing you,
black sugar, sweet to taste,
when injected in haste, sloppily,
deep into my fields of popi,
the physical reaction is similar to that of crack cocaine free base,
watching the ejaculation slowly stream down my waist is exciting,
your intake is frightening, but not to the point of wanting to stop,
I am the pot calling your kettle black,
feel free to insert your chocolate ladle, stirring my contents,
this entire experience is nonsensical,
not to sound whimsical, but
I am your Candy Land, take you shoes off,
walk within,
journey where no man has yet to step,
embrace these fallopian rainbows where therein lies
chocolate pots of gold,
edible, but don’t bother wiping your mouth,
I know doing without is a bother, which is why I don’t,
can’t stop licking your candy cane, both bent, straight at the same place,
perfectly made for G-Spot encounters,
leading to withdrawing climaxes and semen-laced facial crème,
which is good for my skin, good for your ego,
plus its good to know these acts are not in vain,
each one directly connected to the love flowing within our veins…

I offer the aforementioned joint piece
for your reading pleasure,
the collaboration comes from the minds of myself and
Mr. Slumpfacade, http://slumpfacade.blogspot.com
who has been wrapped up in writing
his new book Capturing Sunrays in a Glass Jar
as of late, but has now found the time to
bless me with his excellent penmanship.

Slump and Lillian

Enjoy!!!

Water this Womb

2007-01-17T07:18:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, he told me,
"tip-toeing thru the two lips is my favorite past-time",
so today, I allowed him to plant his seeds.

Unfortunately, for me,
he has another garden filled with a ripe harvest.

Tomorrow, I'll inform his fertile soil of "our" good news...

Untitled

2006-08-18T09:41:00.000-07:00

Peering into soul mirror,
Looking for answers to unasked questions,
Desperately wishing to remove unwanted obsessions,
Spiritual connections severed chasing so-called
Masculine genuine article,
Leaving broken hearts dangling,
Blowing in emotional winds like participle,
Being asleep its difficult to hear,
Cut through static’s cling like soldier’s ear,
Jesus forgives…

Inevitability

2006-08-09T14:31:00.000-07:00

Resistance is Futile

Standing on the precipitous edge,
focused only on the sun, moon,
longing for the end approaching,
enjoying the running of warm blood
from recently slit wrist, mine,
31, 32, 33, 34, 35 seconds pass,
gasp, grasp bathroom sink to maintain balance,
betrayed by a love, phallic in nature,
physical in form, gone as quick as it came,
leaving self to blame for swift departures,
unsteady heart flutters caused by too many
discussions concerning becoming a mother,
106, 107, 108, 109, 110 seconds since the last utterance,
destruction is the final step,
loved him with all I had left,
my name…
…modern day Juliet

Chauvinistic

2006-07-31T09:10:00.000-07:00

Male Man

Women were created by God to serve,
whether kneeling or standing,
mouths open or closed,
hers is an existence defined by his,
ignorance is bliss,
though she never has this option,
misguided attempts to enter her physical
has ultimately lead to the showering of gifts
which leaves her rotten, spoiled
or stuck with unwanted fertile soil
seeds taken from man,
her feminine curves representing
masculine rib, named by him,
his godly representation personified,
died due to following her weaknesses,
inability to obey,
talking when needing to listen,
her bodily prison holds the failed hearts of many
leaving a travesty in the wake
which would only take her staying in her place
to provide the solution to the problem posed
by this question, “What is the role of a woman?”

Crimson Wave Winds

2006-07-30T12:34:00.000-07:00

It was the first day of womanhood, however,
a fertile womb does not a woman make.

Kelly was only 12 years of age,
her demeanor, 25 years her Senior.
She stood in the bathroom attempting
to analyze blood on her favorite
pair of panties, it stained her jeans.
Today was picture day at her middle school,
she did not wish to be late, fate had different plans.
Jan, her mother,
who had been patiently waiting in the car,
opened the bathroom door and spoke,
“I see your journey from girl to woman has begun,
fear not, the best is yet to come.”

Kelly smiled, walked into her room,
put on her second favorite pair of panties,
cotton shorts and flannel hat.
She headed off to school with her esteem higher
than it was moments before her
mother, acting like the moon,
called in the tides of shame crashing
against her confidence.

Torts, Torts, Torts

2006-07-13T13:04:00.000-07:00

Work is stressful, especially when dealing with properties,
landlords who have no idea of how to appropriately run them
and tenents who have no concept of rights relating to their
residencies, be they rented or owned. I apologize for venting,
but I look forward to the day when I can look at work from this
perspective...

The Realization

2006-07-12T08:15:00.000-07:00

Mouth bloody, head throbbing,
emotions swimming like hungry piranha,
ready to pounce,
sight blurry, amounts of strength needed
to stand, alluding,
squinting, unable to distinguish assaulting
figure violating personal space,
outlines of aggressors face filled with rage,
caged-animal like, prey feminine,
seeking,
screaming,
anger seething,
swinging for the fences,
deliberately intending to take life from downed victim,
eventual prison time spent irrelevant,
Hell bend on taking clearly made point to new found
levels of absurdity,
it was not until I saw him pull a gun from the trunk
that I decided to call 9-1-1,
stay seated in my car waiting for my first
road rage experience to subside,
it did only after the police arrived greeted by
a hail of bullets; they won…

Two dead drivers, one over the top,
the other laying on the bottom due to changing
lanes without signaling…

Love Collapse

2006-07-10T09:23:00.000-07:00

The following piece is a collabo between SLUMP and I,
concerning a kiss we never had, but imagined how it
would make each of us feel should we ever cross the
plutonic line. Love Collapse was inspired FOREVER
KISS GOODBYE, written by G & Fallen Angel (Great Piece).
Part, fact, fiction, it was written with the
hopes you would enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed
writing it. Let us know what you think, again, thank you
for letting me into your blog circles, your opinion of my
prose is greatly appreciated...

Lillian = Bold, SLUMP = Italicized

Kissing you makes my mouth hot,
creates images of places where committed
hearts journey to sneak unfurled forbidden loves
like kids taking chocolate kisses from Grandma’s
candy bowl, quietly...

Kissing you makes my nipples tingle,
creates feelings which make my heart shiver,
not from the cold, but from the sun warmth
you shine, like old shoes made new from buffing
polish, covering all the impurities of worn leather,
carefully…

Kissing you makes my finger tips numb,
creates thoughts of peaceful places where
waterfalls cascade across the backs of
strong mountains leaving them wet like my
lips when I pull back from our embrace,
reluctantly…

Kissing you makes my vagina swim, contract,
stirring liquids preparing for consumption
like the sexy young college-aged girl
working at Frullati, slowly mixing bananas, cherries
patiently waiting for the next customer,
leaving me anticipating the mixing of a
particular banana, cherry, desperately…

Kissing you erects my passion, long, thick obsession
made for pushing deep into the clouds,
making rains pour from the feminine Heavens,
like when the sun is shining,
while rainbows are bending during a light shower,
fascinating…

Kissing you makes time stand still,
frozen, watching moments pass through
closed eyes, like day dreaming on lookers
searching for the answers to unasked questions
within the confinements of a tapered reality designed
to pacify, make calm, gingerly…

Kissing you gives me temporary amnesia,
like when I forget about him, her during us time,
similar to when my torn heart overtakes my very aware mind,
but different then when I regret OUR actions, but wish “ours” would never end,
true, which is why I now understand why real love only comes,
goes when we meet,
only blossoms when we depart, greet, share, touch,
which is why I now understand why “we” love each other so much,
but can’t because we’re married,
true, you to him, I to her, OUR reality a blur, “our” fantasy crystal clear,

I love you

I love you too,
and will do so until we meet again to merge our hearts,
Yes, combine this love thru our most favorite activity; a kiss…

Looking Inward

2006-07-06T09:17:00.000-07:00

She, such the staunch conservative,
picky like fingers,
possessing an unencumbered spirit,
free to choose, not to keen to being chosen,
rarely taken advantage of,
having been unexposed to love, true or otherwise
finally realized, while shopping at Tiffany’s for
a lamp similar to the one resting on her Grandmother’s
favorite bedroom night stand…

…damn, “what good is love if you keep it to yourself?”

Answer…, “why love a man when loving myself feels
so good,” point made, point understood!

A Bit About Ms. Lillian

2006-06-29T11:49:00.000-07:00

Personal Alphabet Soup:

A - Available: yes
A - Age: 39
A - Annoyance: violent relationships

B - Best Friend: Ms. Walker
B - Beer: Red Strip
B- Birthday: Unimportant

C - Crush: No!
C - Car: Mercedes
C - Candy: Pez

D - Day or night: Night
D - Dream Car: Aston Martin
D - Dog Or Cat: Cat, I have to have my kitty

E - Easiest person to talk to: Mom
E - Eggs: Scrambled with cheese
E - Email: yes

F - Favorite Month: July, I like it hot!
F - Favorite color: Black
F - Favorite Memory: Passing the bar

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Bears for sure!
G - Giver or taker: Taker
G - Gum: Extra Spearmint

H - Hair Color: Brown right now
H - Height: 5'9"
H - Happy: YES!

I - Ice Cream: Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia
I - Instrument: Viola
I - Idol: None

J - Jewelry: Check my pic!
J - Jail: Never
J- Jealous: At times

K - Kids: No kids, would rather vomit
K - Kickboxing or Finger Painting: Kick boxing

L - Longest Car Ride: Dallas to Atlanta for Freak Nik, 1993
L - Longest relationship: Officially 11 months, unofficially 2 years
L - Last Kiss: Outside, garden moment

M - Milk flavor: Chocolate
M - Most missed person(s): Grandpa
M - Movie Last Watched: X

N - Number of Siblings: 0
N - Number of Tattoos: 1... but more will come ;-)
N - Name: Lilli

O - One wish: To have a perfect case
O - One Phobia: Love
O - One regret: I don't like being in love, such a waste of time

P - Pet Peeves: Male whores
P - Part of your appearance you like best: Hair
P - Part of your Personality you like best: Quick whit

Q - Quick or Slow: Slow to let others into my space
Q - Quiche: LOVE IT!

R - Reason to smile: I woke up this morning
R - Reality TV Show: tv... what's that?
R - Reason to cry: Parents getting divorced

S - Song Last Heard: So Sick, Neo
S - Season: Summer
S - Shoe: 8

T - Time you woke: 5:30 am
T - Time Now: 2:06 pm (when I filled this out)
T - Time for bed: Midnight

U - U love someone: No
U - Unpredictable: Not usually, kind of perdictable

V - Vegetable you hate: Lima Beans
V - Virgin: Nope
V - Vacation spot: Washington D. C.

W - Worst Habits: Waiting to kiss until the fifth date

X - X-Rated Porn: I've never participated in one...

Y - Year you were born: 1967

Y - Year it is now: 2006

Y - Yellow: Not a liked colour

Z - Zoo Animal: Lion

Z - Zodiac: Capricorn/Aquarius (I'm on the cusp)

Hurricane

2006-06-27T12:46:00.000-07:00

Window pane vibrating, shaking
blast, mother nature banging against
what is left of my essence,
drowning standing up,
kneeling down asking for forgiveness,
gasping for air,
each swallow attempting to separate the
oxygen, oxygen from hydrogen,
trying to make sense of “why” you are no longer here,
burning brain cells contemplating the “if’s”,
the flame of my soul nearly extinguished,
friends say its meaningless to continue wishing,
pointless to beg God to bring you back,
earning me scabbed knees with no reward
for my prayers,
only tattered memories remain marking the time
between the day we met and the night you left…

Loving Friend (Part II)

2006-06-20T10:10:00.000-07:00

Staring in the mirror, emotions bouncing
like kernels in microwavable popcorn bags,
wildly jumping, pulsating, celebratory clitoris,
gazing at my sweating body, feeling tawdry,
loving it,
imagining how light-headed I’d “not” be if you were here,
instead, shivering legs keep pace with hurried heart beats,
designed to make each gasp memorable, awkward,
different in feeling relieved,
not deceived by ineffective size gone a rye,
taking term “quickie” to new lows,
toes tingling, room spinning, glancing at him,
nameless, stranger to these vaginal Jericho walls
come a tumbling down,
never mumbled words during interaction,
always allowing my coming to passing,
my cumming to orgasm,
my numbing to your phallic inaction,
thoughts of you now distracting in comparison,
polar opposites standing at varying ends of spectrums,
one flailing, one constant, strong,
one happy to depart, one arrives after the first is gone,
one short in concentration, one long in duration,
leaving one wondering with whom might penetration
be greater?

Later for debate,
better place new found mate back in his sacred drawer,
the “hummmm” of his movement calling,
begging me to explore,
need to hurry before you get back from work
expecting “faked” cries of joy vibrating
through out the house,
which reminds,
did I turn the switch “off” on my second spouse?

Loving Friend (Part I)

2006-06-20T08:25:00.000-07:00

Cold nights, left lonely, laying, contemplating
our non-adventurous love,
simply complex is the sex-making,
impatient, waiting for additional pleasure moments
broken up by snoring, morning sunrises, cups of coffee
and meaningless vaginal compliments concerning
how “good” it is,
how “fast” it makes you climax,
how “long” it would last if a pot of gold hadn’t fallen between my legs,
peering down noticing only unsatisfied snatch,
hoping you’ll quickly catch second winds is pointless,
wanting the word “again” to have meaning,
if not, would rather watch doors swinging closed do to leaving,
you possess a love which is non-pleasing, advice given from these hips,
depart with the breezes I feel blowing between disappointed lips,
when standing over toilet(s) wiping
uncontrollable ejaculation running down inner thighs,
only six minutes, thirty-three seconds begun,
eight milli-seconds removed…

Get It as I Need It

2006-06-15T14:05:00.000-07:00

There has yet to be a man who touches so gently,
fingers reaching, non-trembling palms confident
awaiting panties touching the floor; as instructed,
not corrupted by the line of women I know want to
hear his opinions concerning their vaginal linings,
his timing with soft words almost scheduled like
our one-on-one meetings, lasting anywhere between
five to 30 minutes,
informative to the point where dependency is developing,
it is only our third time yet I’m totally engulfed in him,
it would be wrong of me to lust him,
so I stick to appreciation,
elation always follows our interactions,
him touching my inner canal, deep,
leaves cervix bending, contractions,
pulsating, crossing legs, hoping he doesn’t notice,
comforting, he tells me,
“its normal, relax until involuntary movement subsides,”
the space between my thighs is his to explore until
he is needed no more,
when the opportunity presents itself I’ll do as I did before,
get his number off the refrigerator door,
972.58O.BGYN

Man Lecture

2006-06-15T11:06:00.000-07:00

NO means NO,
however, it also means NOT NOW,
when uttered, stop pondering the WHY,
begin contemplating the HOW,
entry, not easily gained is achievable,
focus on the believable, not deceiving,
my reasoning is subject to change like seasons,
approach with weapons of intellect,
swooning never brings about grieving,
SEE, the shroud cloaking this heart is penetrable,
only if vulnerable hands are extended,
broken loves can be mended along with your ego
should I tell you to step to the end of the line,
forego initial attempts, please try again,
remember the order of nature, backwards,
wife, lover, confidant, friend,
all WOMEN really want is an equal
to serve as a source of respect, joy, protection,
LEARN to recognize the difference between…

…REFUSAL and REJECTION

Incomplete Draft #1

Two Slices of Chocolate Cake

2006-06-15T10:25:00.000-07:00

He finally asked the dreaded question,
I was eager to hear, but hesitant to answer,
“can we trios?”

Initial thought, place him in triage, brain contusion,
nose bleeding, further thinking yielded curiosity,
“with whom?”

Silence filled the room, bouncing between us
like Pong, eyes rolling upward like tempest winds
forming over thundering oceanic seas, he braced himself,
opened his mouth, speaking, “your mom.”

Speechless,
…dropping to his knees, he divulged our secret,
“she told me you were going to give her as my birthday gift,”
how convenient, she has stolen my thunder,
but not my lightening, casual fantasy turned real,
how frightening, and since the cat was out of the bag
I indulged, "you fuck her, we make love"…

Stolen Self-esteem

2006-06-13T13:58:00.000-07:00

Ovarian juxtaposition,
feminine life capsules nestled next to cancerous cells,
proximity siamese,
limiting procreation diagnosis,
vanishing months remain,
sheets stained with failed attempts,
wasted tears,
self-inflected blameful jeers
lighting wicks to powder kegs buried
inward, anchored deep within inactive womb,
uterus in bloom, however, not enough to yield life,
opportunities for being a wife de-escalating,
vaginal confines hibernating,
leaving this rose praying for germination,
motherly confirmation,
though it is not defining,
it is necessary…

Oral Stimulation

2006-06-08T08:43:00.000-07:00

She, like prostitutes, exchanges her time for currency,
a crude source of tuition,
meaningless conversation buzzes about,
her blase indifference obvious to no one,
subtle sexual inferences abound as an expected
practice in “this” profession,
lessons learned during tenure beget an
insightful conclusion,
“self protrusion solidifies illusions of fantasy,
hoping to become real,”
imagine intimate interactions amidst
the lily fields,
masculine, feminine tension builds,
expressions of loving banter yields
smiles, numerical exchange,
request to witness her essence
strongly standing wearing six inch heels
during midnight hours,
followed by sweat, screams, showers,
sleep…

Awake, ending an eight second day dream
which subsides with good-byes,
batted eyes,
and his baritone voice whispering,
“Damn you are a sexy Hooter’s girl,
enjoy the $100 tip”…