Rihyad moonlight

Riyadh moonlight

(feminine & building constraints)

By Allan  Hill

Tense stillness of moonlight,

Screams of striping nocturnal flesh,

Hands clenched, on wet bloodsand winged Sultans of Sulphur

glistening against the walls of madness

as they build their walls of male madness into the sky

Madness of maleness waves of Luna’s red heat,

Screech of whistles cutting the night,

Wave after wave advance

Massive mounting of Eternity, full of loss, sweltering loss

Waves of heat, unbearable heat building

Nea, for an infants suckle, my milk

R  e  c  e  d  e

Desert male song male songs that shout loud

From the death buildings in the sky

Wave after wave penile missiles advance,

Sage I n o c e n c e, separate abode, fear

night of torment generations uncertain

murderous Sulphuric muscle from penile missiles

again into the consuming night  my child

awaiting darkness. Separate Generations by room,

Good night, Good bye my child

that the name lives on

R  e  c  e  d  e

The great male democritizer assumes it’s own

building its army of winged shafts

Shards of mad maleness rape the night

Who looks in the mirror now?                                                             advance

Glistening penile rods of death, quivering arrows

Hot liquid release death

Clenched hands of  bloodsand Mother?

Digging deep, l e t t i n g   g o no more milk

       creating glass            R  e  c  e  d  e

Massive walls of maleness expanding advance

Spewing red liquid death into the awaiting darkness,

massive sweet star light

Smell of liquid glass Sulphur spice of desert bloodlight

Desert male song Separating generations

Starry starry night reflecting in the light of madness

Penile missiles being built upon the sky, clad in moonlight

taste of  Sulphur in  seminal sky

Blinding Stars

bloodlight                                                  blood lust

tender blood,                                                 blood of sages

I n n o c e n c e

Generations trickle

into the sea of glass

blood lust

of human darkness

assumes its own


A people




R  e  c  e  d  e

About batai52

Brother, father, photographer, filmmaker, writer, artist, veteran, Iroquois/Scottish, aquarian and lover of Martinis "so dry you have to blow the dust off." There are many I admire: Maya Angelou, Ezra Pound, Morris Dees, Cornel West and Alan Alda (Hawkeye Pierce M*SH) for his art and activism. A true activist. Me? Just a ripple on a wave, a feminist in training (FIT) ;-) and working on my own human condition. Onward . . . . .
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