What Men Can't Say...................... (9991 hits)
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Submitted by daniel <daniel.at.writerspacemail.com> (View user info) at 2005-02-11 22:27:20 EST
What Men Can't Say: (Where The Subconscious Male Mind Goes Whilst Gazing Upon a Hot Vagina)
Silence is a man's purest communication, his most courageous confession.
Across the ages men have lingered there, gazing upon the alluring terror of the moist Fount of Life. Trembling with fire in their hands and a warmth of desperate poetry on their lips- sniffing, marveling, searching as if to leave or find some mark on those cosmic cave walls of time. Yet few venture deep enough, stalling in a confusion between ecstasy and fear, grasping in quest for the vast unknown that must spiral off somewhere between the tender parentheses of the cunt. Life and logic are separated by the warm aura of these parentheses- saloon doors men pass in and out of as if at will,
claiming exclusive rights to their inner sanctum, though it's here they're truly lost, where along those perilous creases they struggle with a need that unravels to a primordial hunger more remembered than real, more spiritual than visceral, where the music of all ideas is spawned yet pushed aside in a moment of dissolving comprehension. Inhaling life's raw breath moist across time, they fall plummeting back to their first gasp squalling wet from the cave in shared blood-rhythms echoing their veins, following the downwind approach of desire and fear braiding into rhythms of longing to be outrun or followed but never ignored. When the panties fall their bloodhounds dive, picking up the scent to stalk tangled trails of the soul for lost path back home.
They gasp, hypnotized by the clasping pink circle. Dust sparkles from their mouths as they push deeper into the ring of fire. Thrusting into the inner circle men find there a plot of rich earth where they might take root if only for a moment and escape thus find themselves, sensing a shortcut to transcendence, a hidden passage leading off to a fulcrum glowing like calcium upon which they might balance with the magic of Mother Earth and stir the stars. They find there a tender idol divided between beauty and abomination, between light and chaos. They find there terror, terror for all they can never truly possess nor ever leave behind.
In the clutching still of time they lean closer and find in its unfolding dimensions an abstract equation too complex for their algorithmic theories, a folded shroud of mystery between their fingers unfurling down to a revelation of glimmering nothingness,
an alluring abyss where the world is reduced to zero with no trace of remainder. A zero from which their spirit is subtracted to balance outside itself, balance weightless above the continuum of time where they again find themselves walking the windy fields of innocence back to an invisible stairway which had taken them without their consent, moving ever to a mortal fragrance of Female which returns on those lost winds to lift them as they gaze into that zero,
through circling depths of time to find the zero of the world blooming open for their random multiplications- circles within circles rippling infinite as the stairway falls twisting away in circular departure, a Möbius strip spinning in infinity, the circling sky arching with their desire as they fall again, slamming straight lines into the curving cave with a hypnotic longing for dominance of the indomitable
and they're gone- moving with blood-rhythms beating across the ages back into themselves curled tight kicking wrought from the womb spinning down the years through a crack in time as the glowing fulcrum draws them upward unexpectedly to bury their faces in starshine.
There, gasping, seeing too much, they can't stop it can't fight breaking on through coming sparkling out of themselves to the Other Side, again crying thrashing squalling gasping.
An angel places a finger of light to their trembling lips. There in climactic surrender is homecoming. They arch into oblivion's tight light where their dreams are roused and returned, where Inspiration blows a kiss to her reflection in their eyes, where Light and Dark shower away in genesis-crimson over the moist ledge of the Absolute as creation draws them back into her spawning vortex. Mother and lover sizzling away on a single fuse to illuminate their fleeting apotheosis, their lusty sovereignty erected only to sink away into the unfathomable.
A distraction of boyhood echoes lures them aside and Bogart pours them a drink beneath a slow ceiling fan as the fuse spirals off into the unknown of themselves. They turn away as a sudden light makes of them shadow.
The pass of a hand sets the moment back into place, and they're again lying in a quiet room, released from a feeling that's more a memory of remembering. The negative image of understanding realigns with their mistrust to neutralize their fear as they again look down at only a zero. Nothingness. But out of nothingness arises the twisted circle of infinity, with its entrance disguised as an exit, from which nothing escapes itself, where their terror sublimates into the heat of love, or hatred, or sometimes it sends them running.
Yet their fear is born not of women, but of a remembered light which once exposed their own shadowing frailty. The same fear that makes all men women, and all women men.
User Reviews
Submitted by Cakes (user info) at 2007-06-18 04:28:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2006-04-02 19:23:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
to his Silence:
I don't want to be his zero.
I do not hold his place.
I'm far from an infinity,
Not a goddess, or some gate.
My boy, if I'm a zero,
There's no thirst my love can slake.
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jesus, this poem or whatever will outlive all of us
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2006-04-02 19:23:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
to his Silence:
I don't want to be his zero.
I do not hold his place.
I'm far from an infinity,
Not a goddess, or some gate.
My boy, if I'm a zero,
There's no thirst my love can slake.
Submitted by Wisher (user info) at 2005-10-30 23:10:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:55:04 (#)
Ranking: 0
You need to stop putting the pussy on a pedastal.
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Never have. I put it in my bed where it belongs.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:55:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
the big words killed it.
not that i didnt understand it, you just tried too hard.
big words do not make you logical, nor do they make you funny/clever.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:55:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You need to stop putting the pussy on a pedastal.
Submitted by Wisher (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:43:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The negative image of understanding realigns with their mistrust to neutralize their fear as they again look down at only a zero. Nothingness. But out of nothingness arises the twisted circle of infinity, with its entrance disguised as an exit, from which nothing escapes itself, where their terror sublimates into the heat of love, or hatred, or sometimes it sends them running.
Yet their fear is born not of women, but of a remembered light which once exposed their own shadowing frailty. The same fear that makes all men women, and all women men.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:43:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
All that talk on thecaes' post made me curious. I'd go on a long spiel, but I don't know how to express what I'd say without getting vulgar, and vulgarity wouldn't be my intent, so I'll just say nice work instead.
Nice work.
Submitted by malefic (user info) at 2005-10-14 18:33:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Heinously over-written. I had to stop reading after the first five paragraphs of saccharine bullshit didn't actually express anything.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-10-01 16:07:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow
Submitted by Whiplash (user info) at 2005-10-01 15:09:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by leilani (user info) at 2005-10-01 14:43:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-07-16 19:41:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks Woody, your user name is apropos to the subject.
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2005-07-16 19:25:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
damn good writing AND vagina.
wow
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-07-16 19:05:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by kissmyarse (user info) at 2005-07-14 11:26:53 (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit! If I ever do a dramatic reading, it will be to this. Well done...Applause~
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If you ever do the reading, wear a fedora, dipped strategically over one eye. And tell every girl: You're so vain, I bet you think this poem is about you, don't you?
Submitted by kissmyarse (user info) at 2005-07-14 11:26:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit! If I ever do a dramatic reading, it will be to this. Well done...Applause~
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-07-14 03:40:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-06-18 02:42:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-06-04 02:00:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by girlintheworld (user info) at 2005-06-04 01:06:40 (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
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Sometimes a girl's silence is her purest form of communication, also. We live in a man-made world. The foundations are askew because of this. (Remember Concrete Blonde's song: "Man's World"?}
Submitted by girlintheworld (user info) at 2005-06-04 01:06:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-04-24 08:34:26 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-04-14 01:42:16 (#)
Ranking: 2
Why can't we all just be women? I guess all of our (us wimminz') fears can finally be confirmed. There is no hope for men- in terms of finding a dream man, one who is not afraid to be with one of us. The true aloneness, not loneliness, will always be felt by the Female.
This was beautifully written, Daniel.
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Nice review, but I disagree:
"The true aloneness, not loneliness, will always be felt by the Female."
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Men, listen to that. Even though this symbiosis cannot be outrun or ignored, it can be understood, and used to usher us on into ascendance. That's what we're here to learn. And by learning evolve to a higher plane. We're still living in the dark ages, spiritually, but that age is coming to a close.
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-04-14 01:42:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Why can't we all just be women? I guess all of our (us wimminz') fears can finally be confirmed. There is no hope for men- in terms of finding a dream man, one who is not afraid to be with one of us. The true aloneness, not loneliness, will always be felt by the Female.
This was beautifully written, Daniel.
Submitted by Banga3386 (user info) at 2005-04-08 03:20:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
dems sum amazin writin skilz ya gots der.
The quality of your writing is truly fantastic.
Banga
Submitted by Munchkin (user info) at 2005-03-18 06:04:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Well written.. and... and... and... shtuff...
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-18 05:34:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks Faith, CookieLass, and Hollygolitely. I was curious as to how girls would see this post. Now I'm more curious.
Submitted by Faith (user info) at 2005-03-16 04:53:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Think I'm gonna have to read this at least another 3 times before I can even begin to comprehend everything you are trying to say.
I liked it though, and brilliant ending. Well written.
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-03-08 18:05:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*menu* *print*
I"m sending this to all my male friends. I'm taping it to their front doors.
Submitted by hollygolitely (user info) at 2005-03-08 17:45:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have an indescribable feeling of discomfort.......not physical discomfort (pervs) so much as emotional discomfort.....
How someone could be brilliantly unsettling, I'm not sure.
You never cease to amaze me.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2005-03-07 18:42:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This rocked.
Submitted by Katastrofadark (user info) at 2005-03-07 17:35:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-03-04 04:31:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is worth showing off... I say you take a leaf out of my book and sit camping on it... reply to every review... works for me.
Submitted by ThineJericho (user info) at 2005-03-04 04:10:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Hmm. I didn't *not* like it, but it was somewhat .. different.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-04 03:47:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-03-04 02:54:43 (#)
Ranking: 2
Really impressive stuff. The subject matter was almost creepy, and I'm trying to figure out if it was supposed to make the reader uncomfortable or whether the final line was supposed to be a comfort somehow.
overwhelming writing skill. Well done.
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Wolf, even creepier....
Scroll down, and note that only men have replied to this post. No women. None. Only men.
I expected the opposite: that no men would reply, only women. Seriously. Are they (women) afraid or what? I think this question transcends the importance of this post, and I am seriously at a loss. -d
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-03-04 02:54:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Really impressive stuff. The subject matter was almost creepy, and I'm trying to figure out if it was supposed to make the reader uncomfortable or whether the final line was supposed to be a comfort somehow.
overwhelming writing skill. Well done.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-04 02:29:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I'm not used to someone reviewing one of my posts. This is a milestone... Made my week. Thanks! Love you all. A freak like me getting a +.
Going to bed happy.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-03-04 00:22:49 EST (#)
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You know why.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-02-13 05:28:11 EST (#)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-12 07:13:39 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-02-12 00:45:07 (#)
Ranking: 0
ps what is a "bajiner?" You gotta talk slow, I'm a Southern boy.
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Well, if that's a serious question, here is a serious answer: it's an Uber term for vagina. For some reason, people find it more acceptable, and personally, I think it's just about the funniest euphemism ever.
Incidentally, the preferred pronunciation for penis is "peener".
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Thanks, still learning the Uber patois.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-12 07:13:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-02-12 00:45:07 (#)
Ranking: 0
ps what is a "bajiner?" You gotta talk slow, I'm a Southern boy.
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Well, if that's a serious question, here is a serious answer: it's an Uber term for vagina. For some reason, people find it more acceptable, and personally, I think it's just about the funniest euphemism ever.
Incidentally, the preferred pronunciation for penis is "peener".
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-02-12 02:09:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah, that was actually well written. plus two for you! I'll never look at a woman between the legs the same way again.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-02-12 01:21:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
A little wordy, but it did make me smile.
Submitted by Shagabah_Jones (user info) at 2005-02-12 00:55:25 EST (#)
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So you couldn't say crap if you had a mouthful of it.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-02-12 00:45:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-11 23:31:20 (#)
Ranking: 2
Just an observation here, but that seemed more like a poem to me than anything else.
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-11 23:30:18 (#)
Ranking: 2
the alluring terror of the moist Fount of Life
the tender parentheses of the cunt
cosmic cave walls of time
the clasping pink circle
Dude...it's just a bajiner.
Aaaaand, just out of curiosity, what kind of sex are YOU having?
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Couldn't find poetry pull-down.
Tantric, to 2ed question, but am not that good at it- it's a little slow, but fun; just watching Marlene Dietrich flicks tonight (The Blue Angel right now). Damn she's hot!! We just finished Mardi Gras here on Gulf, it's Lint now, not much going on.} thanks, nice to know somebody got it, d
ps what is a "bajiner?" You gotta talk slow, I'm a Southern boy.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-11 23:31:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Just an observation here, but that seemed more like a poem to me than anything else.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-11 23:30:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
the alluring terror of the moist Fount of Life
the tender parentheses of the cunt
cosmic cave walls of time
the clasping pink circle
Dude...it's just a bajiner.
Aaaaand, just out of curiosity, what kind of sex are YOU having?
Submitted by horse87 (user info) at 2005-02-11 22:32:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You're right.
I can't say that.....
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-02-11 22:29:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
<silence>