Pirates of Saints

On the sail to genesis
Saint commits violence
on the bank of labia.
Caught by CC TV footage
while solaced by the labyrinth of
G-rated G spot’s spa
Premature extradition of
coitus interruptus from nomad
voluptous.
Censored video of erosion
Quarantine sitting inside the spermarium
like quantum solace inside
the sperm holocaust chamber which
carpetted by darted quondams,dildos.
End of origin by doodle logo of nude.

NATASHA HAS BEEN

Natasha Has Been is a budding lingerie model
 Blonde blue eye
Curvaceous cocation white.
Universe is omnipresent strange God
With its mystic mischievous.
People meditate on the glory of that being
When they meditate they have lost their absolute being.
Why they deliberately trying to lost their self?
Universe is a not yet decided asexual ascetic
An uncertain origin like Natasha Has Been
When he hit puberty at the age of fourteen with flatten hairy chest
Later it became forty-four gamaglobuline breasts
Now she is celebrity widow with platinum dyed hair 
 celebrating silver jubilee of her  flowering.
When Natasha Has Been was a boy before four days of Easter
 he started painting eggs by crayons.
There is a comic nostalgia about
 the Universe that was egg-shaped cosmic nostalgia
He rushed to his friends to show his painted eggs on the way side
 he saw a cave because of rainbow downpour
In the cave he saw sarcophagus
Newly excavating tools and mess-ups
It was raped victims skeleton.
Universe is a color conscious of energy 
without control like a sperm donor’s fake orgasm.
Will the Universe enlighten the minds by the thoughts of the cosmic?
 without barbed fence
Without disparity between haves and haves not
and without nude on the barbecue.
In the cave he saw a pinky finger bone of Women         X with
 a primitive dispute like origin of the universe which cause of ‘Y’
Why?
Is it bone of contention?
Is it shemale bone or female bone?
Seeing this finger bone he feel himself a painted egg
with full of yolk without albumen
And felt himself a skinny albino
Dropped all painted eggs from his finger tips
and spread fluid estrogen crystal in the cave.
It was his flowering but a metamorphosis
 like microcosm to macrocosm.
Universe don’t want a start to end
Why should we impose a puberty
 and menopause to universe?
Allow her to be eternal virgin
Model Natasha Has Been is walking in the ramp
Walking charity, walking chastityand
 fortune walking in front of fashionistas
 with umblicalcord strapped corset.
Natasha Has Been the fellatrix is a zygote in the ramp
which carrying fashionistas
Due to her only cosmic conscious
 she could   know her manfellatio and cunnilingus by her boyish.
Everybody know nobody has produced the universe
Thought of cosmic music without
 an instruments and percussionists
Music is everywhere.
O
Everybody meditate on the glory of that everybody has produced this music.
Natasha Has Been the prophetess is singing her song ‘HeShe ‘in this music
It is about cosmic nude and black veil less eyes
She think
There for her
And she think about her herself of he
There for him.

NOW, NIGHT BEGINS WITH SHOWERING OF RAIN

Rain is music in murk
Rain in darkness blinds me.
Rain music in the mind
And rain chill in the body
creat a cool spring.

To lull me into sleep like mother,
to kiss on the eyelids with darkened eyebrows,
Darkness comes, floating,
As the fair meditation of peace.
No more fear about the darkness,
for
Now,
Night begins with showering of rain.

SHE IS AN ANGLER IN THE FAST TRACK

When we spree in the speed spirit
without speed sense
none cares for the width of the way.
Then, the only impetus
is to turn into abstract
All shapes,including trees and buildings nearby.
This car race is an impulse to transform
all into an illusion.

A big way,
with exact width and length,
and with rules
that keep your legs and hands in,
comes flying, plucking away caution signals.
Then we stop this speed race,
seeing the nightmare of a desert
with uprooted roots,
where only the hot wind blows.

Amidst the speed race,
being indulged in the speed spirits,
and freed from natural forces,
we recall her who told tales
of roads which were ready to zig-zag
for the trees and paddyfields .

NATASHA HAS BEEN

Natasha Has Been is a budding lingerie model

Blonde blue eye

Curvaceous cocation white.

Universe is omnipresent strange God

With its mystic mischievous.

People meditate on the glory of that being

When they meditate they have lost their absolute being.

Why they deliberately trying to lost their self?

Universe is a not yet decided asexual ascetic

An uncertain origin like Natasha Has Been

When he hit puberty at the age of fourteen with flatten hairy chest

Later it became forty-four gamaglobuline breasts

Now she is celebrity widow with platinum dyed hair of celebrating silver jubilee of her flowering.

When Natasha Has Been was a boy before four days of Easter he started painting eggs by crayons.

There is a comic nostalgia about the Universe that was egg-shaped cosmic nostalgia

He rushed to his friends to show his painted eggs on the way side he saw a cave because of rainbow downpour

In the cave he saw sarcophagus

Newly excavating tools and mess-ups

It was raped victims skeleton.

Universe is a color conscious of energy without control like a sperm donor’s fake orgasm.

Will the Universe enlighten the minds by the thoughts of the cosmic? without barbed fence

Without disparity between haves and haves not

and without nude on the barbecue.

In the cave he saw a pinky finger bone of Women X with a primitive dispute like origin of the universe which cause of ‘Y’

Why?

Is it bone of contention?

Is it shemale bone or female bone?

Seeing this finger bone he feel himself a painted egg with full of yolk without albumen

And felt himself a skinny albino

Dropped all painted eggs from his finger tips and spread fluid estrogen crystal in the cave.

It was his flowering but a metamorphosis like microcosm to macrocosm.

Universe don’t want a start to end

Why should we impose a puberty and menopause to universe?

Allow her to be eternal virgin

Model Natasha Has Been is walking in the ramp

Walking charity, walking chastity, fortune walking in front of fashionistas with umblicalcord strapped corset.

Natasha Has Been the fellatrix is a zygote in the ramp which carrying fashionistas

Due to her only cosmic conscious she could know her manfellatio and cunnilingus by her boyish.

Everybody know nobody has produced the universe

Thought of cosmic music without an instruments and percussionists

Music is everywhere.

O

Everybody meditate on the glory of that everybody has produced this music.

Natasha Has Been the prophetess is singing her song ‘HeShe ‘in this music

It is about cosmic nude and black veil less eyes

She think

There for her

And she think about her herself of he

There for him.

Pleasure hunter

There is love like starlight.
Sometimes she will be red
hibiscus.
Her shadow is red rose
and smell is Kama Devan.
she is seed of world
and god of this beautiful
universe.
She is first passion of universe
and her first spring night is
Big bang.
Yesterdays,today and
tomorrows
are my Trinity.
Mind is invisible hardware
and thoughts are its software.
Then love...?
Love is light of life and alive
formed by merry and sorrows.
Birth and death are two cries
because cries are pleasure.
Man is a pleasure hunter

Online being

Through a skinny ramp

she is going to absolute being

pitcher of holy nector will come through past

and filled the wardrobe

Past was not a femmefatale

yet she could not givea tit for tatagainst clothed kiss.

Naked kiss

ploughed in to her online

when she had having fake orgasm.

When the stars formed by the water

and twinkle like bluegold,

thinks goes with wind

and bring the deeprooted habit of humanbeing

like germinating seed,paddy field"s nude.

Web weaver has started a web for

tackling earthquake.

we dont need any intervention

actuall nobody has the right to interfereexcept

the trees and plants.

Because they are in the earth.

Whatever it is she would got a menopause

from the fashion ramp

not like puberty from the earth.

Take care

please one second

A child labour and young courtesan

from the earthquake Bye.