If's And's or Butt's by AnnE M. ^_^

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this is for my daughter and my mother...
and the undeniable repeating of HIStory.

If's And's or Butt's
by AnnE M.
music by Tim Downing
TWD Music

these are just my thoughts and feelings
it's not even poetry
but it deserves to be heard and analyzed
picked apart and scrutinized
ripped to shreds
off with their heads
and beaten until they are senseless

its only one more day
its not even special
but it tries to be remembered
caught in permanence
impermanence frozen in stone
frozen in the headlights
it goes in dead to right
start this metal-twisted double-fisted adrenaline rush
a blinding silence
then darkness

shes just dreaming
shes not even hungry
but she nibbles a bit around the edges
swallowing down whatever time gives
gorging herself upon this doubt to believe in
shes there
hand over fist without time even for air
fat on happy and ripe for the slaughter
because she knows that tomorrow
can not
be prevented
from coming

im only naked
im not even beautiful
but i expect to be noticed
looked upon
stared at
looked down on
laughed at
hated and no one
to have my nose rubbed
in that bad thing that ive done

he just forgot
hes not even here
but he pretends that he is
like the breast of a new mother
a cows warm udder
on this hunting ground
blanket me
father man
daddy
thank me
spank me
under the covers flesh by the pound
ruling a fools lovers despise
pulling that wool over our eyes
hitched to the sin
those ropes hypnotize
those cozy little toesies
on a carpet of lies
no mother may i in the purring of his engine
trust in just him
dragging my wild horses away

its only my hope and sanctuary
its not even real
but it was given to me
give in to believe
i live in this improbable psudo psychological reprieve
it begs to be worshiped at my alter
up on a pedestal
look down and youll fall
insert it completely
or not at all
sainted admired
tainted desired
then lusted after by a suitable master
to disguise her is far wiser than to ask her
wanting only back inside
for someplace warm and dark to hide
makes sense to me it begs with pride
then is dragged down to be fucked six ways from Sunday
and within an inch of its life

i know its only my reflection
hard like diamonds
splintered into a thousand golden fantasies worth of rock
cant stop that clock from counting them down to dust
in god we trust
so why not our mothers?
she smothers me with kisses
if this is all there is to life
no wonder we cant find a cure for necrophobia

its all of the possibilities and my only chance
the last of my potential
the limitless eventual
enhanced by necessity
it longs to laugh and dance and sing
gather her nectar pollinate sting
to skip and jump to play and run
ready or not here i come
to spark to fly
blinding flashes
a broken wing smoke and ashes
crash and burn
youll never learn
screech
dream
go
breath
alive
scream and drive
ive died for less
decided life blessed
for life dies to live again
to suffer with purpose
to serve this tradition of grace
and all for the taste of freedom

its only pain
it doesnt know who you are
but it wants to find you
drink it in as to remind you
no time to run
its right behind you
the fiddler tolls
how the truth unfolds
on a sky we all decide is true
open your throat and inhale it
unveil it
invite it
ive tried it in my blood
drop by drop
inch by inch
filling every vein
stumbling over itself
ever closer to the womb of its persistence
bigger better faster more
denial is not resistance
not reaching the teachings ive worn before
withholding their very existence
pain set me free
give it all to me
i just might know what to do with it
no more wire hangers!
and thats all youre going to get

its only me
im not even scary
but i was asking for it
the pitchforks
the torches
ill carry my glory
i can see that its showing
the angry mob growing
mommy?
where are you going?
and all the time knowing
i was asking for it
just because i gave it to you doesnt mean i had a choice
my voice
my slaves
would rather die than serve another mans will
it begs to be repeated
i heed no mans warning
its forming a new tree we cant eat from
mistreat some to feed the rest
the price is growing
i cant afford it
truth or dare
i didnt care but i was asking for it
and more and more it tore through her
like so many giggles in the hall
and all and all
its funny
how silence
has an echo
the last thing the whore did was cry love then pervert it
im the closest a verb gets to being a noun
i was asking for it
i must have deserved it
the mask he tore that lusts after peace
i heard it before
the child i bore
that tore my gut
and then broke my heart
it never stops
it never starts
and all i can do
is say
thank you

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[TheUnitedFreak]

(continued from vid description)

much much love to everyone who's stuck by me in my absence! ^_^

my daughter has been on a little "freedom" fight of her own...

she ran away, so i had to track her down and set her right...

she is now "home" safe with me ^_^ but as you can imagine, the "setting her right" part is going to be an ongoing challenge...

this channel will have to take a back burner for a while...

but i'll do what i can when i can ^_^

much love and happy trails, AnnE M. ^_^

[IcanSeeAndHearYou]

Upon reading the description, i've decide that the wonderful people who inspired this are simply beautiful!

[IcanSeeAndHearYou]

AnnE M.^_^ , I thought that was superb reality-inspired art as well as superb art presentation. I'm gonna go ahead now and recommend a small thermal nuclear blast as a sedative. If you don't have any warheads around, I will allow you to beat my brains out with a small order of burgers and soda from White Castle as a substitute if I have to.

I sort'a feel sorry for the poor slob(s) that inspired this ...but Hey, I'm always grateful for Good Art. ...Thanks!

[jackinthegreen23]

Darlin,I've not dropped in for a wee while n hope things are goin your way! This is fuckin excellent your words really reach bits of my psyche in a very powerful way.

the music & your voice sound exceptional here,congrats. onthis one,well deserving of another purrrrrfect ^-^

[protester]

I have finished the video I promised and have posted a video response here since I used some cuts of your video in mine. If not auto, please approve the response, Thanks, Wild Bill Big Ox (formerly 1000You2b0001)

[MacAmbo1]

Are you talking to me? Was there a personal message of some type hidden between the wall of words and hall of paragraphs? Or is my mind playing flash image tricks on me again>??

[protester]

Bleep, bleep, bleep, please censor me!

[protester]

You're watching already posted videos. That makes you Narcissus!

[protester]

Please forgive me, AnnE! I still am posting comments that aren't meant to be - I'm trying to make a video using Audio Preview but my mind gets tricked by the post comment button instead! I'll send you this when I'm done.

s/Wild Bill

Used to be 1000You2b0001

Reassigned Protester to match my pathway

[protester]

Ho, Ho!

[protester]

Little Voice in your computer, egg on your face, hahahaha!