Thursday, February 14, 2019

Weapons of Mass Seduction

"Seduction is when the invitation is better than the party itself."
- St. Vincent


Franco Aragosta said...

__________ A Valentine Card __________

Affection is the pearl of greatest price.
Value it above material wealth.
A chance for closeness may not happen twice.
Loving truly can improve one’s health.
Ease of conquest should not be the goal;
Nesting instincts point to more than that.
Trust and Loyal Caring make us whole.
Involvement and Commitment long have sat
Nobly ruling high on Virtue’s throne.
Eros from morality detached
Crudely goads into a trap well-known ––
Amour becomes a mere Itch .to be Scratched.
Redemption from the loneliness of Lust
Demands we work to earn our Lover’s Trust.

~ FreeThinke

Franco Aragosta said...
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Franco Aragosta said...


Before committing Marriage Gay People should take pause

And consider the implications of Community Property Laws.

Lust may achieve satiety

With or without propriety,

So why become a martyr

To receive the imprimatur

Of a dull Bourgeois society

Whose strictures you flee gleefully?

Intimate relationships of each and every kind

Are blithely entered into by mad persons love made blind.

The stress and strain of living close together every day

Demands incessant giving causing tempers soon to fray.

The quest to reach Equality considers not, of course,

The Agony –– and vast Expense –– that comes with a Divorce!

~ FreeThinke

Franco Aragosta said...

Give All to Love

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,—
Nothing refuse.

’Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent:
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.

It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,—
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,—
Keep thee today,
Tomorrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,   
The gods arrive.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

Franco Aragosta said...

_______ Singles Scene _______

We keep on missing each other ––
___ like trains –– not lovers.
Imagine that old depot ––
___ so often used –– never noted.
Careless, just for fun,
___ I took you home.
Why? Who knows?
___ You didn’t seem like much.
Habits grew in lonely loam.
___ I grew accustomed to your touch.

A natural thing ––
___ What living entity can last
______ for long unrooted?
Something grew in me ––
___ for years unnoticed ––
And then a warning note hissed:

Do not get involved.
___ Problems start which
______ won’t be solved
Why is Joy so frightening?
___ Compatibility inspiring
___ ___ of a yawn?

My chest since then
___ keeps tightening.
In rondo form ––
___ a reaching dread
______ resurfaces each dawn.

Pool passing in the depot ––
___ longing, leering, losing,
_________ loathing ––
For fun we brutally imagine
___ how the’d look without
______ their clothing.

Inadvertently we made a home ––
_________ you and I.
Comfort, care repel you. Why?

We keep on missing each other
___ yet you’d return me to the depot ––
______ exchange me
_________ for some nonentity ––

And blithely leave me there ––
___ uprooted like pulled hair ––
And off without a backward glance
______ you’d fly.
_________ Why?

~ FreeThinke

Franco Aragosta said...

A Tranny's Cri De Coeur

My hiney is so tiny
It makes a lousy 'giny.
The government should pay me
To alter me and spay me,
So I can then enjoy a whirl
Pretending I was born a girl.
Though my tits be made of plastic,
My new 'giny's quite elastic,
I hope this change so drastic
Will prove to be fantastic.
And a real man will unfurl
His sword, and pierce
This charming

~ Christine Jorgensen

Joe Conservative said...

Video of the week....