Poetry
Ode to His Stolen Foreskin
I never knew you. I wish I had.
Someone said you were bad.
Ripped you off before you were complete,
thought that bare glans looked so neat.
Now we deal with wet against dry
and rely on KY.
How much fun it would have been
to slide you back and forth again.
And see the pleasure in his eyes
as his pressure starts to rise.
Circumcision robs more than one
of the perfect design for fun.
He doesn't miss what he never had,
so why does it make me so sad?
~*~
Birthright Reclamation
By Rosie
I have a lover
whom I adore
he loves to love me
but he longs for more
He says he can't feel
when we make love at night
his body feels numb
with no solution in sight
And as I cry
I ask if it is me
he reassures
that it could not be
Frustrated now
I ask "then what?"
with a broken heart
he says "because I'm cut"
So I search my memory
and realize that it's true
he never enjoys the ride
as much as I do
My lover can't feel
the same sensation
that I enjoy
with such elation
So I hold him close
and we both begin to cry
the time to pretend is over
such harm we can't deny
"Tell me how to fix this."
I ask my wounded man
he answers me, defeated
"I don't think we can"
So we look on the internet
determined to find a way
we find a restorer
and order it that day
It's been about two years now
since he started restoration
he has partial coverage
and a bit more sensation
Coarse hair no more on the shaft
pain no longer upon erection
his scrotum stays comfortably back
because he grew a new skin section
He looks more natural now
but that scar didn't compare
to the scar on his soul
which was just too much to bare
With love and meditation
we slowly chipped away
at many years of confusion
denial and dismay
We must face the hurt
to get to the pleasure
making love was empty
but now it's his treasure
When my lover and I join
bodies and hearts intertwined
I feel his deep rapture
and know that he feels mine
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Whole Baby Home
By Glen Powell
I am a newborn baby boy
Ready to go home
Where is my mommy
Where did she go
I am in a room with doctors
Who will care for me
They strap my arms and legs
to do the best for me
I feel a terrible pain
I scream in agony
As they separate tissue
not developed completely
A cut at the top
this is where it starts
Why are they doing this
It really hurts
In goes the bell
This hurts like hell
Out comes the knife
I scream for my life
Around the bell it goes
Cutting without care
For what I am going through
Is anyone there
Are they killing me
Will I die of pain
So close to my birth day
This is done in vain
A quarter size piece of flesh
This is what is taken
They say it’s for the best
My heart is broken
They say it’s just skin
This is not true
It’s an organ with a function
That was cut from me
Why is this done
I don’t know why
They say it’s for the best
They don’t listen to my cries
They cut a piece of flesh
With nothing to stop the pain
It was part of me
Stolen who do I blame
They say its for the best
It will stop disease
This is not true
You must not believe
If this is true
Then my teeth should go
Cavities might come
And I will never know
Why is it legal
Torture of a baby boy
To do cosmetic surgery
So soon after birth
Why did my mommy
Have this done to me
She did not know
She did not see
If you saw this happen
To a newborn boy
You would cry for hours
You would feel no joy
This is done in private
So no one would know
If they found out
The money would not flow
They took away my pleasure
They gave me GREAT pain
it took away feeling
I will never know
Where are the police
To arrest the abusers here
Now one seems to care
A crime was committed here
They take me to my mommy
Say I will be sore
The pain will last forever
My memory will be poor
Of what they did to me
But they have done no good
Please stop this from happening
To other boys for good
why do they do this
Look at the facts
Remove a healthy organ
It doesn’t make much sense
For what they are doing
Does not prevent disease
To make me look like some others
But what about my ears
All of us are different
In so many ways
Why give me so much pain
for my birth day
I just wanted love
On my birth day
All I got was pain
And lost a part for good
I will take this pain
Use if for good
Till other boys are safe
From loosing their hood
Take your whole baby home!
~*~
Cold Touch
By Jeremy Tyck (from the perspective of a man with epilepsy and cavernous angiomas)
Strap me down
Protect the ignorance
Sacrifice cherub like exuberance
Feed my innocence to sterile claws and scalpel edge
The world's too nice anyways, clamp the vice!
Future killer #1,352,021 through the disassembly line
Plant the seeds of artificial darkness
Hydraulics will whirl later in life, spiral down the black cold road
The world's full of fear you hear
We might as well give in to it
We might as well corrode what we hold dear
Let them rip me from arms I barely knew
Good bye, farewell, go to hell
Catch a last glance, watch me screaming
Rosy cheeks turning a red hue
Lay me upon my metal chrysalis
Taken from warm and living womb, touch the cold cocoon
Antiseptic fluorescent light out my eyes
A feeling of epiphany
Too dangerous for anesthetic
Oh beautiful nurse, your long lines streaming
Lovely face beam the elegance on me
Stroke it long, stroke it hard
Latex hands probe my pleasure with your heat
Give me a natural high, ultimate high
A boy's first, make it good, make it deep
On the rivers of dopamine we'll meet
Stretch my arms, lock me down
Bond my legs
Fresh skin to biting air
A face tickled by your dangling hair
Ready it for the chief chopper, mechanical chief chopper
Oh doctor make your entrance
Professional and defiant
Push those emotions out
Target a body vulnerable and pliant
Size me up, size me down
Push her lithe fingers away, make me frown
We want to give it a perfect crown
Dab an exposed point with cold lotion
Rub with a soothing motion
Strange faces hang over
A language I'll never understand
This experience isn't so bad
Ooh what's that a shiny bell?
Crush, clamp! I'll yell
Crush it again!
Deprive the oxygen
Eyes water, a carotid strain
Eyes sizing me
Cries go unheard
Lost in ethereal oil
Pressure halts proceeding
Exhausted seconds stretched out
Taxed mind starting to relax on its painful plateau
Is this what love is about?
Oh nurse, I hear your voice so sweet
Let's sail away, there's still water in our stream
A stinging slice, cut away dreams of ecstatic vice
Cut and tear with your scalpel
Watch blood spurt and splatter
Spray my life, my red hot stream
Wipe it away with rough fiber, make it clean
Ready your hand, go in again
We'll make this one a perfect 10
A child holds back
Cheeks turn blue
Verging in and out
Capillaries burst
Face screaming beyond, straining body cutting off the fuel
They say there's two ways to deal with trauma
Scream and fight it, destroy with psychotic rage
Detach and let it, hide in places far away
Go on chief mechanical officer, finish it
Ketanalize my feeling!
Kill the reality of love
Haunting after effects kill it in my dreams!
Love and feminine touch, wonder where'd it go
It's not needed in this world, tis what the inventors thought
Where it goes, nobody knows
Skin the apple of my eye
Let it bleed and die
Revel the destruction
Watch the force of life cease to function
It looks like we're done
Oh wait, he still has a sliver of that bridging ligament
Grind it down, cut deep
Over stimulated nerves, burning out, make me a real man
Make sure you get it, cut underneath
It'll leave a grated surface
It's not his to keep
Wrap it up Flesh sliced, pitted and raw
This one will form a lovely brown scar
Bring an exhausted mind to fall asleep in stranger's arms
Tell me it's all right, calm my nerves
"How could you?" a baby asks
You darkened the light of my verve
Betrayal welling, if I could I would attack
If I knew what you were I would attack
Fall to sleep young child
Face so pale and mild
Days without food and nutrient
Too traumatized and numb to nibble a breast
Just lay me down, let me rest
Away from your arms so inept
I'll grow to a normal child by this world's standards
My mushroom manna cultivated like everybody else's
A ritual of skinning grown through psychedelics?
I wonder later in life, what the hell?
Even if girls I've never met still think disfiguration is swell
Oh what an experience to have days after birth
Engraving pain, expanding weak malformed veins
Maybe it would of been different if I wasn't born with a disorder
But my brain's oxygenating pathways didn't form in normal order
What a jump those asphyxiating screams must of gave me
Pumping arteries, blowing brain malformations
Blood leaking, killing tissue
Body seizing
Blacking out
There would be more before eighteen
A wonderfully despairing and lonely life lived by a teen
Afraid of girls, afraid of life
What rage we've imprinted in this one
A loving touch is something he disbelieves
With damaged synapses, I doubt he would be able to show
They made me better, stronger, more destructive than anyone before
Your ignorant machine bit the wrong one
Uncontrollable power will be the end of your days
Watch out world, the Alpha has seen the Omega
I hate left brained intellectuals
I hate pseudo minds
They've brought me pain and hate's bitter wine
No thanks, goodbye, that's what I'll say
I won't have any part in your destruction
I'd rather live detached in my planes
Someday I'll transcend, and the fear will end
Leaving you with your involution and sadism
Leaving you to be consumed by the darkness
~For additional writings by this author and healer, visit his blog: http://realitymeetsdream.com/
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Memoriam
They lost their rights by violating mine
Contempt for parents lost these days I find
And hatred for those circum-paedophiles
Who strapped me, gasping, to a circumstraint
Who tore off, like a nail from the nail bed
The foreskin from my neonatal glans...
My mother enjoyed my father intact;
Surely they desired the same for their sons?
"They did what was best," we like to believe;
Twenty-five percent less, minus the sleeve;
Pleasure diminished, to give and receive;
Lost structure and function, reason to grieve;
My bedtime ordeal: a struggle to breathe!
These days, whenever I think who they were
GENITAL TERRORISTS I shall aver!
Their history went the way of my skin:
Scarred tattered remnants, in memoriam.
~*~
Day One
By Arcadia
You were born whole
Thus deemed imperfect.
Your parents sent you
Down the hall
To have you mutilated
By a pervert in a white coat.
The member of your body,
That defined you
"Its a boy!"
Was beheaded in a metal
Guillotine.
The cruel clamp held you.
The cruel razor cut through
Slicing off a piece of you
with nerves
and veins
and feeling, too.
Your screams of terror
Your trembling body
Your racing heart,
The pain that rushed you,
All this was hidden
In that dreadful room.
And no one rescued you.
Down the hall,
Back to your mother.
Your penis bound
in bloody bandage.
She took you in her arms
Gazed into your face
As if she really loved you.
She
Oblivious of her betrayal
Of the violence done to you.
And you clung to her
In a fog of throbbing pain.
It didn't have to happen.
This sexual mutilation.
It didn't have to happen.
This will NOT prevent infection.
It didn't have to happen.
Nor can it stop masturbation.
But it did happen.
In the name of Tradition.
But it did happen.
In the name of Sanitation.
But it did happen.
To profit a sadistic physician.
Who weeps for you?
Damned to this torture
-To the stealing of your skin?
I do.
And I will fight it.
We will fight it.
And I will enlighten others.
Together, we CAN break
This vicious practice of
Bloodthirsty ignorance!
[Read Circumcision Study Halted Due to Trauma]
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