..... Well, I have become a middle-man of sorts. Publishing Poetry Penned by People.
My society: "Quadruple 'P.'" Or, "P4." (If I knew how to superscript right now, you'd see it!)

Anyhoo, Mr. Victory Jebediah Smith recently supplicated to have the following published on this here Cam-Rock Diary page.

Of course, I will oblige.
But maybe next time, forget all punctuation. Poetry is 1/2 about making the reader find his/her own way. Oh, and also, You know that if you have a computer with an internet connection, you could always chime in on your own solidarified behalf.

Ok, now, to get to the transmission.... It is lengthy, I warn you. And I have done no editing but my superficial glance to remove periods. I have not read this poem yet as of 6:25pm, 9/27/05.

Here it is....



“I have Amour for you!!
I Love you!”
screams Temer, fear, with all her passion,
“You know you Love me!!”
Temer open her book, your book, and reads,
A tale of woes, weeping and wailing
reaching humbly offering the warmest
tightest purest nurturing hugs.
The dope of mine, for ours and ours, does
caress and kiss,
Sate for Darwin’s theory: the fit less shall
pucker and wince!
Temer is a navigator
At the helm of Super Head,
Id head and Ego head.
“Heads. Give resolve an affirming tug
Hearfires’ ego is on trembling on the rug!”
Temer nurtures sweetly with Amour
Ultimately mother of all Loves,
an In-to-me entity within, that is
carnivorous about keeping your whole
Self safe and warm
Alas, Temer leaks her struggle with your
most potent “fearful Innergy.”
The absence of wonder and yearning for bliss
For things wrought with dark passion, so intense
Realizations react settling into false alarming
goosebumps,
vivid metaphysical sensorial manifestational goosebumps!
As anxiety necks with
and kisses you, your
whole Self flinches
emotions wrench
resolving quakes
rippling wakes
rolling waves
souls shoring
safe amour
Amour at its most passionate rips through
the damn with surges and pulses
High and hungry tides bathe us in their torrent
Massaging in their nurturing, addictive under-current,
yokes tugging on the desire to tow and stay the course
You will comes to snuggle with a curse
Maintained and paid from Angst’s purse
Amour committed to Temer’s passion is a balm
doting Unconditional Love. She will always be there
I am your lover, Protector….I am Temer
She is unfaithful in her love for you, sharing intimacy
in the maddening Love affair with sensory perception
Temer craves the painful climaxes of
fear and resolve’s violent births
Explosions of Notions!
Passionate Emotions!
Searing Passionate Emoltions!
Volcanic intuition, instinctualization
or summary without hesitation
Your whole Self comes face to face with
its secret whore
Involuntarily seeping anticipation;
the weeping of swollen pores
Feeling it!
Tasting it!
Viewing it!
Audibly it!
Aromothering it!
Sensual synapse
Goosebumps zap
Snuggled in Temer’s lap
after a frightful mishap
Puckers, the birth force,
Urgings and pleas peddling pleasuage
and peace shroud themselves in a chrysalis
Poor Temer and pain, siblings on a quest,
Weighed down by life’s hard-shifts and test
Unto others less arguments,
Hush the self-destruction quarreling
in cognitive-dissonance
Common sense cannibalized by the suggestive
Temer is so allure and to “flight” quite seductive
Beware the toil of these, Fear’s bedfellows
Be ever merciful, wonderful, honor-full and sensual.

-Reflectively Submitted by Victory Jebediah Smith, 9/20/05 (Composed)