Pompous

Pompous[1]

Never, in my wildest dreams of being a doctor- client -patient, would I ever, ever, ever utter such words, even if mixed in phrases as, 

“beautiful”

“kiss”

“love” (Ok, I channeled, “warrior for love” once…)

“Intense and passionate”

“You can do whatever you want…” (with dreamy goo-goo eyes)

Even if I was in deep trance from relaxation,

In that or any order,

Especially just coming in off the street!

Such a fucking strong recipe.

Wow.

If you ever want to take out a hard-ass,

Like screaming belly on knees crying to G-d-

Those words are the secret weapon.

Using, speaking such words always creates personal attachment to the speaker of them. We are hard – wired to respond in a deeply emotional way to the symbols in the sounds.

Through imprinting of aleph-beis, it is sure seduction- intentional, or not.

We all know him.

The man who is the center of attention.

Used to feeling generous and getting his needs easily met.

He has a sea of adulators

With eyes of admiration.

Literally, in the- just a little bit off version,

from a man’s dream of “the harem”.  

Haram of course

means taboo,

no mistake how close the spelling.

Surrounded on all sides, day and night, by beautiful in body (at least) or another, women of beauty is most man’s dream, admit it.

To be around for his beck and call.

I personally know a dozens of men who fit the bill perfectly.

 [2]

No need for him, to be questioned at all.

I mean,

Who wants to feel maybe they aren’t REALLY loved,

When a desirable status is assured

with one’s skin tone,

hands, and cheekbones.

For beneath the sparking eyes,

assured smile and galls glicker[3],

though he might be wonderful tender being –

who’s to know, but him.

Often beauty itself, gets taken for granted

Fades

And in the end, what is one left with.

Fortunately, men like Sean Connery

Will always be handsome to me.

Rarer is it for the older woman to similarly hold attention,

Our beauty not captured by camera at least, for the vast majority.

So, women of a certain age, are pretty much ignored by such men as these.

Even snubbed a little, if you will,

And even more often by his underlings.

Listen closely, you’ll hear their snickers

After Miss Frump comes for a visit.

The office wives and mothers,

Smart and clever lionesses- standing for his power.

 (Yet abdicating themselves in the process)

A hunter must hunt,

To keep his catch fresh

And prey ever grander.

There is an attachment in this

Because at the end of the day

Will he be loved while even incontinent?

I see my father in us all.


[1]Pompous – Peh, for purification of energy into symbology of Hod; P- – the sound a fish makes sucking against a surface; the echoing imprint of a force applied; a particle not a wave. ; the refining tower of destruction, leaving named essence. O – inclusivity (infinite, combination of aleph, samech, and vau) (see previous writings ), Mem- mother,mer (infinite) seas of water; polarization crystilizing paths of connectivity.  Than Pus, since the O and u are mixed (lol, that’s the negative part I guess).  S- intention of connection, serpent manifest.  ‘OU’ -All that yours with ‘S’, who takes it to oneself.

[2]Of course, they always get one ‘daughter’- the epitome of ‘not-them’, who “decides to be gay/trans/artsy”… who won’t kowtow in the least!

[3]Editor’s note: I have no idea what that is, LOL, but I’m lead to include it!

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