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I remember when
I was wild & young,
it seemed like I was
always on the run,
looking for that
next bit of fun.

And you do give me good vibes sweet,
you take me to that special place,
where I can get lost in your soul,
reminisce about the good old days.

I think I may be crazy
falling for you like this,
I can't fight it,
'cause it feels so right.

So if I fall asleep
here in your warm bed,
wrapped in your arms,
please don't
put a pillow over my head,
just kiss me.
transducer -
a device that receives a signal in the form of one type of energy and converts it to a signal in another form: A microphone is a transducer that converts acoustic energy into electrical impulses

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so many names,
none of them, kind,
none of them, nice words

The A, The B, The C word.

she would laugh and mock a spite and spittle filled man's
feeble curses and flit off to
charge her battery, steal electric life,
from a new outlet, another male body.

now a queen bee, regaling me,
her private audience,
with takes and tales,
of newly arrived
used up worker-boys,
her pleasure sources,
discards after a
singed single discharging/recharging

why come back to me,
what perversity,
did I supply?

she was elegant,
not stupid mean,
she was royal, imaginative,
her conception of a life well lived
was freedom from responsible,
self servicing,
the only motive

the negative pole, was I,
her cruelties energy, supplied
she was a transducer,
she was a re-former,
making her hate into her positivity

the original sin, mine,
hardly original, a cheating a beating,
plot of a rerun, rerun

the fist of being her
first
and then,
her last,
and now her only,
was
her curse returned,
sevenfold unending

her vocabulary was her deeds,
and her stories,
raw rut, well writ,
notated with selfies,
to insure my eyes agonists,
lest I cover my ears

I am your Transducer
she boasted,
pronouncing it languidly,
completing its proclamation
with the venom of a shotgun

I am your
Transsssssss-ducer!

I am a woman more sinned against than sinning,^
I am a woman more avenged by revenging,
I have taken your energy,
learned your cruelty,
and it has transformed me.
^rephrasing of Shakespeare's Kng Lear's "“I am a man more sinned against than sinning”


when you have no inspiration, then
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/find-your-word/
like "transducer " from which was wove an imaginary tale

Postscript inspired by Anubis-the-Philosomancer, measurerer of the science of romance.


The science of emotion
should be easily connoted by calculus.

The tides that do ebb and flow,
do we not with prcision know,
the exact time and duration of the
pull of the moon's gravitation,
was  child play even for the ancients.

But can anyone chart,
the human heart,
of a woman scorned?
thief, burglar, you're stealing again?
I told you not to touch my biscuit

never been a stealer dear never been
me a stealer? you surely don't mean


a lie at the start of the day?
and you aren't a liar you say?

I ain't no liar you know that sweet mate
I'm a liar when one is waiting at the gate
should I keep the biscuit back at its place?

I'm no liar dear I'm no stealer
come to be just a kind dealer
when one is waiting at the gate
but would go back without regret


enough stealer go start your day

*yay...............................................
hallway conversations, mine in italics.
poker: master prodder poet Nat Lipstadt.
Honeydew wine water,
a cool refreshing stream.

Peaches & cream,
succulent like
rare corn-fed beef.

Wildflower honey
& peppermint sticks,
the finest of teas,
so invigorating.

What do you taste like
fine lady,
pray tell,
please.

My appetite is wondering,
these taste buds are
screaming
to know
your flavor.
Ever get that feeling,
you just can't stop the words from flowing,
your mind races trying to capture
so many moments at once.

That's how it is most of the times with me,
my brain feels like a marathon runner,
pushing through the wall
& bleeding ink
like dripping sweat.
Now
Yesterday's long gone; burnt down to bits
Fragments of bitter and sweet memories
Tomorrow is like a bright but distant star
Like a race against the whispering breeze
 
Our hands hold no mass in gold or silver
But there's more to treasure in right now
 
The day is as rich as the night is young
While our hearts beat and our lives are
While our dreams surge and slowly burn
We'll try once more to shoot for the star
 
We'll challenge our reality; face our odds
We will live like kings; live like its our last
We'll steal moments from destiny's hold
And fabricate our own fate if we must
 
If our future should melt to a pool of lies
We'll take pride in this truth; we have now
 
We'll run in the wind; kiss in the breeze
We'll dance in the rain, play in the sand
We will wish upon Africa's noonday sun
We will conquer distance hand in hand
 
We'll smile longer. We'll laugh harder
Enjoying every moment while it's prime
We'll fight stronger. We'll dream bigger
While we still have the might and time
 
We'll live in the best way time will permit
We have all that we need if we have now
 
We'll scream louder. We will aim higher
We will hold tighter. We will learn more
We will grown older. We will be prouder
Cuz in the arms of us is what we look for
 
We'll love like it's all we've ever known
Cuz all that matters is we have right now
 
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