VIESTA~WOMAN~
AUTHOR: VIESTA-FREE LANCE
He wanted grace about theHis world, so in His doing,
He dipped His hands in thesoft clay of earth to formthe body of His conception,
and He named her Woman..And He bestowed upon her,lean body, potent mounds
of curves to accent the beautyof His given creation, Woman.
And from her honey flowedthe milk of Man, to nuture his
gravity, to plump his empty belly,to content his mind, and He gave
her womb, to birth offspring.He was content in creation of Woman.
And He placed in her chest, a heartof soft murmurs, to whisper away the
fear of Man, and her beats were in rhythm
with the Earth, upon His face was a smile,
for He delighted with His beauty, Woman.And Woman served Him well, graced His
Earth with beauty for eyes of Man, She walked
with magnificence for splendor of Earth, andHe was satisfied with Woman.
And in His creation, he never placed a Soul,
She in her wonder looked upon her beingshe was hollow of body, kin with bones,
a heart that beat, she protected empty space,she searched for a Soul from Man.
And the Serpent of Him, spoke to Her,and he gave to her a Serpent�s soul of
design, with lust to fill her heart, with
eyes to see the significance of Man, andshe walked with a greeting for Him, and
She spoke with ease to Him, her Creator.She stride the air, begged him
to save a place for her in Man�sheart, with her eyes she gazed at
Him, to thank him not for hercreation of body with no soul.
And she fed Man just enough to keephis belly full, brought to him daughters
to spawn the Earth, to walk in beautynot of Man, nor of Him, but of all of
Creation, and she smiled, for she waswhole, not of Heaven, Not of Hell,
but of Herself, on Earth~
(( Moral to the Woman)) She was created in Heaven, Soul designed in Hell~
Viesta 98
~He loves a good breast~ This direct fiber I demurely moan
begin while still in the nest When early on he was placed at his
mother's chest it did without hesitationstir in he
A love for breast. ...He sipped, he licked ata early age,
in this creating of lovethere set the stage.....To this day he strokes
upon milky whiteelixir of cream his warm lipsto taste his sweet dream~
Viesta for Joey~ Smiling~ As I slumber, in all I dream,
of what is mine to have and hold,
I touch the purity of what is, of
what is not, for a heart that speaks
in eloquent vows can not yarn, nor
deceive the eyes that charge before me,
And still I sleep on empty racks
of toiled labor in my heart that
beats the truth in me for I without the embrace, lacking
the love, I am without dreams~
In my reverie of what I need
and what I want, I choke on the
hand feed truths, rising in my
throat the regurgitated promise
that I am worthy of love, and all
the realities of who I am, and have become�
And still I sleep on empty racks
of toiled labor in my heart that
beats the truth in me for I without the embrace, lacking
the love, I am without dreams~ I enfold my given wings of
illusion about me, floating on air,
soaring high above to escape
the need to sense, to caress, to
dream, to see the clarity of
what is actual of a pledge not
yours to give, or mine to take...
And still I sleep on empty racks
of toiled labor in my heart that
beats the truth in me for I without the embrace, lacking
the love, I am without dreams~
Viesta 98~
And Still to Remain Alone~To ponder deepof the night,what will be,
of who is right,and still I walkof empty skin,in this christened
love, nay,not again,for love is a hollowsoul, built upon ashallow the grave.....
For dreamers or poetsis love, that we are not,of no significant division
I can not be caught,for love remains thehollow soul, built upon
the shallow grave....Never will I seek the needfor it�s givers be
the tormented by greed,I�d rather live alone, to mend
my time, the seeds I�ve sown,for love remains the hollow
soul, built upon the shallow grave~Viesta 98~
Existence daydreams set me exploitinginto journey never known to me in vitality
Life is for dreamers, that speakto the need of a harlot lost in the soul....
Coloring a blissful face... Giving it a touch of pain
Share your happy place... Do a little sad dance
let the beauty give way to insane
to crystalize into a mad trance...
Existence daydreams set me exploitinginto journey never known to me in vitality
Life is for dreamers, that speakto the need of a harlot lost in the soul....
I want the pain to flow,
like falling rains on shifting sandsEmerge
The woman stands on the edge
Between the earth and the ocean.
The white foam swirls
Around the hem of her gauze dress
Making it abstract to tell
Where her dress ends
And the ocean begins.
She stares out onto the horizon
Watching the setting sun
And basking in the last warmth of the day.
She closes her eyes .....
And fades into the mist....Viesta Barker 98
Urgency of her Man~Coarsing strongin my veins,I need you baby,
I�m going insane~Cleo had Anthony,Hepurn had Tracy,Oh baby going crazy~
Still feeling thosehearty lips,devouring me,Oh the night trips~Cleo had Anthony,
Hepurn had Tracy,Oh baby going crazy~Baby what are wedoing apart!?this is crazy,
the beating of my heart~Cleo had Anthony,Hepurn had Tracy,Oh baby, going crazy~
I want you Morning,Noon and Night,Oh baby come to me,make me feel alright~
Cleo had Anthony,Hepurn had Tracy,Oh baby going crazy~Do not know
if I can with stand,one effect is for sure,
I, your woman, you my man, Forever Joe and
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