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Emi I totally agree with you. But as a request I must ask you to please don't like my poetry if you don't "Like" them.

Hi Myr, we have never really talked before so I want to introduce myself. I am Saswato, a medicineman by profession & a poet by nature. There are quite a few of us here on GA and we love it here, especially since ACBenus took initiative and created our little nook Live-Poets-Society, and also created wonderful poetry prompts. He and also many other like me, continue to share their amazing poetry over the years. GA is a truly marvelous place that we are all proud of. Now, even though the tag "Author" includes all kinds of writing, even poetry, I personally feel that for us those who write poetry only, a tag like "Poet" is more appropriate. Therefore, I most humbly request you that if it is possible by your blessing, a tag called "Poet" be created, so that us minority may well be able to wear it with pride & honour. A separate notification window for poetry is also a request, but that is less of importance that this. And if possible please make this a reality. Thank you for all the great things that you do to keep GA up and working. You have my humble gratitude. Thank you. Hugs & Chocolates. Sas I wanted to tag every poet I know here in GA, but the system is not allowing me to. Probably some anti-Spam measure. But, friends I do wanna know what you all have to think.

@ACBenus I am really interested at hearing your response about my Two Poems. Not that others are not welcome. But I think you if not others will get the true meaning of the first poem, which for the record I want to say is a love poem, but not love of who rather what.

Becoming Poets You and I, we have a strong bond Like brothers, like lovers; We disgust the world with our vain perversions, our inane attachment with the word and the seas of heresy part at our command revealing the shells of untruths hiding beneath the silt of social justice. Ecstasy beyond judgement is what we share in the binding fallacy of corporeal pain battling to win over the spirit. Our ascension begins at the alter of ego. Broken down pieces of the mirror of self-hate, we tread upon our steps to immortality. Morality, ethics, civility, higher power are all suspended in space as dwindling starlights, reaching us from the outer edges of cosmos. You and I, we have a strong bond. Like brothers, like lovers; We step over millions of corpses to reach the quintessential truth, the poesy of nature. 21/03/17 Paranoia When I see you talking to others I think of it as betrayal When I see you smiling with others I question if you are loyal When I see you moving on with life going roundabout your business I feel I have been left out from it all in order to hide your menace I know the wheels are turning I know the fires are burning out Emotions are condensing in big chunks of ice And soon it won't suffice to tell you that I love you, that the earth only blooms for you, that my breath begins & ends with you And soon you will leave me for the others who make you smile, who kiss you behind my back, smell your hair, bend you over to the road of infidelity And it drives me mad, mad like a ragging bull, Like a substance user craving his previous high I can't stand them making you smile One of these days I will tell them of your lies 22/03/17 ©asamvav111

I Heat up the oil Your hands are cold and dispassionate Let the oil's warmth seep up your unconscious Making you more malleable to touch Figures created out of mud and ludicracy Break not the chain of bondage of eternal servitude of lust II I didn't buy you I can't, because you can't buy humans anymore I just bought your services for the night A few hours of relaxation I couldn't buy you but I wish I could Buy your smile and tear it up and throw it away at the roadside dump and see your face behind. III Your face is beautiful And you are poor And that is the reason Why you are a whore Oops, I meant masseur IV I enjoy your face even when you look vacantly at the pasty paint scraping off the wall while you delicately push away my towel I don't know why I use it May be I like to play hooky Your vacant eyes irritate me, but I ignore them at the urging of your efficient fingers Why should one body part take precedence over the other? I like your torso as much as your arms Your big strong beefy arms, no doubt strengthened from kneading up millions of clients Your hands can even make corpses happy, like Osiris. V You try chatting up I tell you, it's not your strong suit You tell me stories from home Of sunlit village roads and games in the pond with a younger cousin way back when you were still a virgin and how you loved him, and how much you like bikes and torn jackets are all the rage and potatoes are getting expensive and all political leaders are liars... I tense up at your incessant chattering and you fall silent feeling it under your thumb Or may be you start dreaming of riding bikes through your bright village dirt roads racing your politician cousin who looks like a potato Or something I don't care I never wanted to know what you think Of the world or me That's why I never felt so free getting naked in front of anybody else... May be my mom I mean I bought you, sorry, your services after thorough perusal just like I choose the flavour of my ice cream at the super market I am finicky like that VI Turn over Your tone is always stoic when it comes to the fun part You could have commanded armies with that calm dialect Anticipation quickens my pulse And hardens my expectation Now you start playing hooky Going in and out Under the towel Almost but not quite there You know how I like it But your face betrays no affection Your eyes grow more vacant with every lunge Like a game of chess We play With my body as a wager And your affections You win every time VII Feral sounds Obscene sounds Belching, farting Squelching, splashing You are all that And more thrashing Till the snakes Give up and hide And you act as if You loved the fight But you don't, I can see it in your eyes May be I should get a blind masseur Next time 19/03/2017 ©asamvav111

Hi The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Just kidding. Your projects sound interesting. Your life more so. Why not a memoir or a novel styled autobiography like Kerouac's On The Road. Could be fun. And Why do you have 'It all started with a potato' tattooed on your forearm? What too soon? I like your pen.

It's raining poetry. Two for the price of one:

A writer should be able to write about anyone. That's why they are a writer. You don't need to be a murderer to write a murder mystery or a bird to write The Nightingale. You write of experiences collected from various sources. One's race should not matter in the way you have mentioned in the blog.

Check out this cute little one.

*Hugs* The poem is beautiful. I know this feeling.

A salve to my bruised heart.

A beautiful short story.

I liked it. *Damn it there is a like button to say that* um... I understood most of it, which is a miracle. I am terrible at math. The choice of words are pretty surreal by the way. My heart too danced gavottes betwixt the logistics of words. Thanks for sharing.

What happened to this amazing story?

New stuff.

I had the same feeling! *breaths*

I envy you, both the meaningless sex and now a positive career avenue. You have seen both side of the coin. And you are a better man for it. I like your libertine/hedonistic/self-independence-above-all tone. Will keep a look out for your future adventures. Enjoy asia. Why no India on your list? We don't hate gays as much people think. Especially whiteies we adore. And be careful of STDs and Diarrhoea. Good luck.

Senpai noticed. O>O yay

Damn, that's good! Makes me think of humans as spicy pakodas... with a dash of tamarind chutney.

I know right! The third one directly tunes to my subcontinental heart. The whole Vaishnavite Theology is based on that precept. Not sure if Mr. Benus had any exposure to the Harekrishna people before writing this. If not, then it only shows the universal nature of human emotions.

"Words are just semantics, The less thought you put in them, The better I will understand how you feel." This is what Mr. Benus would say to you.

OMG Nobody recognized these. These are all stunning verses from AC Benus' poetry. I just shared the ones I love. It's just Mr. Benus said he loves you all, so I got a little jealous. People I didn't write this, nor is this Found poetry. That's why I put the quotation marks. Edit: It really does tell a story if it is read like that, now I see. But I posted it as separate verses like I have done before.

"Even my hope lives in despair, For lyrics chill and do not warm When always questioning what's fair, And the only calm of heart, is a storm." "I can't say 'How are you?' it's not as simple as that for I'd mean 'I love you,' and what good is that." "Your name is the sweetest word I've ever known. Speak it to me now or ever, and back to a trembling mess I turn." "I into a gentle spiral fall Downward, as a leaf to Autumn's call – Like my heartbeat, methodically slow." "I hate hope it's for the birds I hate hope in other words Pass the rope." "Sweet surrender of death, un-flowered, That life's fiery spring hath sown..."

Or Hieros Gamos! Portal made me laugh a little until I reached Mortal. Kudos to Mr. Benus. By now we know that he is the God of sonnets.

Another one in the blog: https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/482/entry-16743-creation-myth/