Sodomy of a childhood

I am a boy…
A young boy of 10 years old.
And as any little boy
I am in a holyday camp.
I don’t like so much to be away
But after a while
My fear disappears.
And the director of the camp
Is kind.
Kind with me.
I like me very much.
So much than one night,
He decided to fuck me.
Now, as an adult
I would say he sodomized me.
As I was asleep
He entered the dormitory
Silently.
Silently he uncovered me
And did put his phallus
In my child’s ass.

Disgusting, you would say ?
Yes indeed, it is.
Using his authority to mute me
Using the trust I had in adults
To abuse me.
I was not really
Realizing what was going on.
Just a pain in my ass…
C'est normal !

He’ve been in jail for that.
I guess he was needing
some psychiatric help too…
In my misfortune
I’ve been lucky…
No sequels invaded
My night with nightmares.
But how is it
For those million child
Raped everyday
Every night,
By perverse adults
Who must have ask themselves
“is it normal to want to fuck a child ?”
And go directly to ask for some help.

Instead of that,
They calculate
How to approach their prey
By the safer angle
And around midnight
Comes silently
To break childhood’s
Ass…

I was ten years old
And fourty years after, I remember.

To all children been raped…

INITIATORY PAIN

A violent electric shock cross briefly my chest…
My left side, just beside the heart,
receive a 100.000 volts assault
and all my nerves are irradiated by this.
I decide to slow down the time
and live it in slow-motion…
The electricity rushing from cell to cell
To my brain.
The information is about to penetrate
My brain by flooding the nerves' extremity with electric overloads.
Chemical process will liberate the neurotransmitter
And the pain will explode in my skull…
This is the normal rule of pained sensation.

Shunt the flux… Is that possible?
Make this information not to activate
the alarms of the brain,
propelling the chained reactions of the pain....
I refuse…
I do ask my neurons to not liberate
The neurotransmitters….
No transmitters, no pain…
I fail…
The pain smashes the bottom of my brain,
A white veil suddenly cover my vision,
I fall on my knee, defeated.

But here is the challenge….
I know the process,
I know were to act,
I need to find out how.

I lay on a blench,
My head lost in the clouds,
I read their drawing
As an unknown book
Of medicine’s secrets.
The sky as an universal encyclopedia
I wonder the answer…
My neurons are controllable…
I must find out how…

Pain is an initiatory collapsing…

*

Schizophrenic City

Long throng of slaved numbs
Rushing as million ants
To the smallest office
Of junk legal activities,
But at night,
As rings the bell
Of addicting spare times,
Wearing the mask
Of self-vomiting,
The human race
Rushes its boredom
In the violent spotlights
Of night clubbing atrocities.
Sequenced by WE’s outride
Where to drink
Is the first rule
And fast fucking
The second.
Natural process
That leads sterilized society
To self implosion.

In the schizophrenic city,
People live their life
By fragments,
Letting adrenalin’s injection
Fix the link
Between all parts
Of a dismembered existence.
And summing the waves
Of all those wrecking souls
To one social body
Give a face
At the paranoid God.

Who lives in silence anymore ?
Who trust the wind more than commercials ?
Who do one thing a day
And meditate on it the day after ?
Who reads rooted philosophies
Instead of pornographic fast food’s menus?

In the schizophrenic city
The wise man hide himself.
Too much unbalanced energies
Are hanging him around.
And if panic is collective disease,
To health it must be individual.
So the wise man shall
Walk the pavement
To every whore of them,
Crucify their pride
To the salvation altar.

Disproportionate start-up
so much every second fills
with new drug-addicts,
full of cocaine and crack,
who believe that broadway is
paradise on earth...

VIRGIN

I am virgin land
Every stones finally turn to powder
And makes this land only curves…
Every footstep that did walked me yesterday,
Today by the wind,
Disappears to a new virginity…

I am virgin soil
Coz nothing has grow there
Which have been not dissolved back
To the rawer element.
And the rustles of other’s assaults
Always finish in wind’s murmurs…

I am virgin forest
That recycles every little dead grass
To another luxuriant tree,
And above my limb
Run little wild Will-o'-the-wisp
Ready to light the morning darkness.

I am virgin one
A decision,
A wandering wish
Of recovered innocence
An ultimate light point
That clarifies the dead line …

PENIS STORY

Deux hommes nus discutaient de leurs pénis.
Le premier disait
« Mon pénis est grand et large, il est fort et toutes les femmes en rêvent ! »
Il regarda alors le pénis de l’autre homme et lui dit :
« Sans vouloir t’offenser, le tien à l’air minuscule. Se peut-il qu’il existe femme pour s’en contenter ? »

Le deuxième homme sourit et lui répondit :
« Jusqu’à aujourd’hui, je trouvais le mien petit et effilé, et mes conquêtes féminines en souffraient.
Mais aujourd’hui, en voyant le tien, je lui trouve désormais la grâce de l’oiseau, la vivacité du poisson, la délicatesse de la brise.
Et s’il est une seule femme pour en apprécier ces subtilités, alors je lui appartiendrai. »

Survint alors une Princesse venue de loin pour trouver l’homme qui accompagnerait ses jours et ravirait ses nuits.
Elle scruta les deux hommes et choisi le deuxième.
Le premier, vexé, demanda à la Princesse :
« Noble dame, pourquoi donc d’entre nous, choisis-tu le moins bien membré ? »

La Princesse, se retournant vers l’homme et lui répondit :
« Ma terre est fine et délicate à labourer. Et ton soc ne l’aurait pas embelli mais ravager par sa grosseur. Ainsi, de vous deux, j’ai trouvé celui qui, de mon sol, saura tirer le meilleur… »

Pourquoi avoir toutes les femmes dans son lit, lorsque la femme qui s’accorde parfaitement à vous attend de vous rencontrer ?




Two bare men discussed about their penises.
The first one said
" my penis is big and wide, it is strong and all the women dream about it! "
He looked then at the penis of the other man and says to him:
" Without wanting to offend you, yours seems so tiny. Is it possible that it exists woman to content herself with it? "

The second man smiled and answered:
" Until today, I found mine small and fringe, and my feminine conquests suffered from it.
But today, by seeing yours, I find it henceforth the grace of the bird, the liveliness of the fish, the delicacy of the breeze.
And if there is a single woman to appreciate these subtleties, then I shall belong to her. "

A Princess came by far arose then to find the man who would accompany her days and would delight her nights.
She scrutinized both men and chosen the second.
The first one, hurt, asked the Princess:
" Noble lady, why thus of us, do you choose least well limbed? "
The Princess, turning around towards the man, answered:
" My ground is fine and delicate to plough. And your ploughshare would not have embellished it but to ravage by its thickness. So, of you two, I found the one who, of my ground, will know how to pull the best … "


Why to have all women in bed when the one that accords perfectly to you is waiting to meet you ?