Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Friday, August 24, 2012


4 slugs randomly placed before he hit the floor
she a mother alone with two daughters holding
a gun an adult mother alone.
The masculinity of women blows me away &
now I understand men better we're all pussy boys
born between piss and shit Endlessly seeking
affirmation worth or unworthiness being
alive.

As told to me by the Empress of my adoration and trust.

The mother heard the front door of her home being forced open, her daughters slept innocent the invasion, barefoot the mother in nightgown reached into her bedside drawer and withdrew a faithful companion not a bible but a gun standing at the head of her stairs watched as he, a large Black Man ascended towards her unarmed saying, "you ain't gonna shoot me" smiling and didn't advance further not walking down but sailing 4 slugs randomly placed no longer a man or alive collapsing a heap of dead meat on the floor below.

boys you better watch your sit down a new age  dawning Not just your 6 but all 360 up down and sideways spherical God's a woman black as black on a starless midnight larger than the Universe and we's just children playing in her sand box a dream.

Suddenly a reprise of all the movies with men heroic runs through my memory banks which to choose? The answer just be yourself boy you had the course the training in chaos.

When I woke up a few minutes ago asleep from after dinner until then I wondered how to say what I'm saying now Women's suffrage isn't the issue it's how they suffer us and why? Better the right and left hand joined than walking one legged forever.
"Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age." --Gloria Steinem
misquoted to my love as "savage" versus 'radical' she replied "not savage!" Explains a lot of me to me a dead man born walking and talking.

M went on to detail the difference between friend and confidant, she's too fabulous to be my oracle alone. Seems the difference between friend and confidant is the total sharing we have verses someone who bitches moans and wines not the car but someone who just gossips being in and of themselves unreal. Then saying, M that is, she was trained in 1st offenders, i imagined little boys trying to be what they though manly was.

I have several muses now enlisted to check me out restrain me from going to far my ribald irreverent language. No bodies complained yet but then I'm very careful about the women I ask.

Quotes from my notes, dialog with one:

Think andys got his own woman on pinbook so I'm free meet you there in
an hour. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

dear sweet Isis from Osiris lamentably i received this note only now 120824 06:17 MDT & thus have missed our assignation however i in reply will say this: All men regardless of age remain children until they reach The Age of TRUE Majority wherein they through full investment have plumbed the psyche of the woman lived with and ostensibly love . . . be well Empress of my soul

I am not comfortable sharing this with you and pray it causes no problem with the women in my life but then I'm sacrificial when it comes to Love. It seems now what i'm all about: the process of, as Anais Nin reports:

"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

To enter the arena of God one must enter the center within your heart. . . .there's nothing to fear
. . . am i ever jealous the love God has for others?
never
expect more violence than you or i can now imagine. We can heal from rape but not either side of murder or merely being dicked around by little boys who never grow up
& for me writing is to leave my mark, dark across the breast of night

120824 2327 she
© 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved

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