Submissions by Magnetron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
More Machine Than Man
Just another late night
In the Museum of Technological Curiosities
Cleaning the Twenty Second Century Exhibit
Brushing cobwebs from antiquities as always
The familiar gang of robotic humanoids
Cyborgs retired from civil service
And other assorted androgenous mandroids
With the exception of a recent aqcuisition
A newcomer to this assembled line-up
Now on display in all his old school glory
Or, I should say, its
Not, his
For this was no he
Unlike the others
This fellow was more machine than man
When it came to polishing...
In the Museum of Technological Curiosities
Cleaning the Twenty Second Century Exhibit
Brushing cobwebs from antiquities as always
The familiar gang of robotic humanoids
Cyborgs retired from civil service
And other assorted androgenous mandroids
With the exception of a recent aqcuisition
A newcomer to this assembled line-up
Now on display in all his old school glory
Or, I should say, its
Not, his
For this was no he
Unlike the others
This fellow was more machine than man
When it came to polishing...
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Poet Trees
Echoes echo
Throughout the willowed hollow
In secret gardens no one else knows of
Like creeping vines that twist and wind
Embracing the branches up above
Interlaced in loving weaves
And laying to rest
Placidly on my ledges and eaves
These faded remnants of your voice
Once upon a time they were
Such bright colored leaves
Still
Your tone resonates
Penetrates the many seasons
Having grown around my core
The more I feel you here with me now
The more reasons I have to cherish
And adore these memories
Ancient
Rekindled...
Throughout the willowed hollow
In secret gardens no one else knows of
Like creeping vines that twist and wind
Embracing the branches up above
Interlaced in loving weaves
And laying to rest
Placidly on my ledges and eaves
These faded remnants of your voice
Once upon a time they were
Such bright colored leaves
Still
Your tone resonates
Penetrates the many seasons
Having grown around my core
The more I feel you here with me now
The more reasons I have to cherish
And adore these memories
Ancient
Rekindled...
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Fondling Memories
Stay with me in my final minute
Be the one my eyes behold
When my day slips into twilight infinite
Before sight dims, body goes cold
As God's breath extinguishes my candle
Consider indulging the last of my earthly requests
Remove the straps from your shoulders slowly
Let me gaze upon those voluptuous breasts of yours
Old man that I am, decrepid and lowly
Such magnificent melons I'd love to handle
To take with me, cradle in the grave
I confess the sin, this innermost desire
A generous sampling of your curvature I crave
In...
Be the one my eyes behold
When my day slips into twilight infinite
Before sight dims, body goes cold
As God's breath extinguishes my candle
Consider indulging the last of my earthly requests
Remove the straps from your shoulders slowly
Let me gaze upon those voluptuous breasts of yours
Old man that I am, decrepid and lowly
Such magnificent melons I'd love to handle
To take with me, cradle in the grave
I confess the sin, this innermost desire
A generous sampling of your curvature I crave
In...
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Behind The Scenes
Listen to her moan and wail
Simply to no avail
In sadness more so than malice
No one sees her standing there
Did anyone ever really care
About poor little Alice ?
Always was lacking in attention
Eager for her parent's affection
Never did she grow up to understand
Never did she come to know
What love means
And
She continues to roam
The house that strangers after strangers
Call their home
What few years of life she was blessed with
Was lived behind the scenes
Followed by decades of...
Simply to no avail
In sadness more so than malice
No one sees her standing there
Did anyone ever really care
About poor little Alice ?
Always was lacking in attention
Eager for her parent's affection
Never did she grow up to understand
Never did she come to know
What love means
And
She continues to roam
The house that strangers after strangers
Call their home
What few years of life she was blessed with
Was lived behind the scenes
Followed by decades of...
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Unclean
Can you please point out to me
Which way the wind is blowing?
The weathervane atop the trailer
Seems to be broken
Not quite certain wether I am coming or going
Knowing I just can't seem to sit still
While time speeds up in a peculiar slowing
I'm not clean
Neglected like an infected rash
I'm not clean
Doctor needles strewn about a heap of white trash
Can you please tell me
Will the sun ever shine in the sky again?
The darn shades in my room
Refuse to roll up for some odd reason
Maybe I should take it as a sign...
Which way the wind is blowing?
The weathervane atop the trailer
Seems to be broken
Not quite certain wether I am coming or going
Knowing I just can't seem to sit still
While time speeds up in a peculiar slowing
I'm not clean
Neglected like an infected rash
I'm not clean
Doctor needles strewn about a heap of white trash
Can you please tell me
Will the sun ever shine in the sky again?
The darn shades in my room
Refuse to roll up for some odd reason
Maybe I should take it as a sign...
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On Your Knees ( A King's Ransom )
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Wet Silk Against Naked Skin
All you want to do is to take a shower
While she's been in there for over an hour
Certainly by now, she should be
Rubbed raw
And
Squeaky clean
Instead
She's still busy playing with herself
Pretending to be
A lingerie fashion show queen
Wet silk against naked skin
A feeling so naughty
It almost qualifies as sin
Quite the quandary
You find yourself in
Only a meager
Three by three foot cubicle
Nonetheless,
One more room seized from your control
In your eagerness to please her
While she's been in there for over an hour
Certainly by now, she should be
Rubbed raw
And
Squeaky clean
Instead
She's still busy playing with herself
Pretending to be
A lingerie fashion show queen
Wet silk against naked skin
A feeling so naughty
It almost qualifies as sin
Quite the quandary
You find yourself in
Only a meager
Three by three foot cubicle
Nonetheless,
One more room seized from your control
In your eagerness to please her
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It Must Be Some Kind Of Love
First
Let me get this off my chest
I think it would best
If you would just shut your mouth
Next
I'm going to make a suggestion
So try for once to pay attention
Take your fingers
Out of your ears
It must be some kind of love
To keep me hanging around all these years
It must be some kind of love
Or is it insanity
That's still up for debate
Wait
Just one goddam minute
It's my argument, you can't win it
So chill, take it in stride
Hate
I hate it when you don't listen
Every other word I say,...
Let me get this off my chest
I think it would best
If you would just shut your mouth
Next
I'm going to make a suggestion
So try for once to pay attention
Take your fingers
Out of your ears
It must be some kind of love
To keep me hanging around all these years
It must be some kind of love
Or is it insanity
That's still up for debate
Wait
Just one goddam minute
It's my argument, you can't win it
So chill, take it in stride
Hate
I hate it when you don't listen
Every other word I say,...
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Darkness Reigns
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Sheer Red Panty Delight
My sheer red panties
Soft and delicate as rosepetal
Upscale department store silk
Luxuriously smooth
Decadent
A second skin
Thighs escaping the lace frills
Delight I take in flaunting
Precisely manicured stripe of pubic hair
Thrill I get in hinting
Fabric grazing my warm labia
Pleasure I recieve while strutting
Getting myself off on the pole
In damn near every stride
And your wandering hands
Reveal their blatant intent
Fingers eager to penetrate
The elastic boundaries
Slip underneath
...
Soft and delicate as rosepetal
Upscale department store silk
Luxuriously smooth
Decadent
A second skin
Thighs escaping the lace frills
Delight I take in flaunting
Precisely manicured stripe of pubic hair
Thrill I get in hinting
Fabric grazing my warm labia
Pleasure I recieve while strutting
Getting myself off on the pole
In damn near every stride
And your wandering hands
Reveal their blatant intent
Fingers eager to penetrate
The elastic boundaries
Slip underneath
...
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The Tent Of Medinah
Welcome, enter the Tent of Medinah
We have whatever your heart desires
And promise to accomodate your every need
Come to the basin, let my girls bathe you
Wash the weary travels from your body
Smoke the reed pipe of the soothing weed
Desert Son
Who walks the searing sands that burn
His feet like stoneware from a baker's oven
Won't you stay awhile
And enjoy our company for a turn
For some good old fashioned Bedouin lovin'
chink ching chingaling ching chink
chink ching chingaling ching chink
As my girls twirl...
We have whatever your heart desires
And promise to accomodate your every need
Come to the basin, let my girls bathe you
Wash the weary travels from your body
Smoke the reed pipe of the soothing weed
Desert Son
Who walks the searing sands that burn
His feet like stoneware from a baker's oven
Won't you stay awhile
And enjoy our company for a turn
For some good old fashioned Bedouin lovin'
chink ching chingaling ching chink
chink ching chingaling ching chink
As my girls twirl...
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His Name Be Praised
Let his name be praised
His glorious countenance be raised
Up on pillars of onyx and obsidian
Sculpted with devotion
Carved out of care and love
Chiseled with precision
And along with all the above
Most importantly
with Sin
Praise Satan, Praise Satan
Don't you be dissin him
Don't be hatin
He's quite the catch
That you're sister should be datin
For you, he's awaitin, anticipatin
Praise Satan, praise Satan
Embrace He who always managed to take the blame
Praise Satan, praise Satan
For your...
His glorious countenance be raised
Up on pillars of onyx and obsidian
Sculpted with devotion
Carved out of care and love
Chiseled with precision
And along with all the above
Most importantly
with Sin
Praise Satan, Praise Satan
Don't you be dissin him
Don't be hatin
He's quite the catch
That you're sister should be datin
For you, he's awaitin, anticipatin
Praise Satan, praise Satan
Embrace He who always managed to take the blame
Praise Satan, praise Satan
For your...
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