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Womanizer Ink Occupies your mind like a oneman corporation on a narcissist mission, a selfappointed monopoly entitled to exploit women in withdrawals without penalties feeding on the life force of tender souls. A killer bee set loose in the garden extracting sweet nectar from beautiful blossoms (until they wilt, die—or react) to build his honeycomb bank for the next evolution of stingers. The flowers confuse this closeness for the warmth of returning light. Soon he moves onto other blossoms in unexplored fields, attracted by magnificent colors, delicious scents, to quench the neverending thirst for penetration, a lustful migration of adrenalin addiction. Not a pollination that prospers the blooming, but a bumbling scavenger harvesting illusions riding swift on a casual whim, a conquistador running roughshod over native innocence with gifts of confusion, like an out of control drunk operating on instincts conditioned by generations of thieves. This soleproprietorship plunders and amasses, captures and controls playing misogynist chess that stalemates the will to live. His friends, other narcissist, climbers and crawlers, vultures and predators in a camaraderie of affinities rationalized and approved by each other’s dysfunctions. Unlike the 501(c)3 a public trust that heals, genuine and authentic, striving for the highest humanitarian ideals with no intentional harm to anyone, considering consequences, cultivating the drive to thrive with unconditional presence, nurturing the art of the living to reveal the essence of all that is love. ©2011 Sandra María Esteves

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Page 1: Womanizer*Ink* - Sandra María Esteves · Womanizer Ink Author: Sandra Esteves Created Date: 12/6/2011 2:07:07 AM

Womanizer  Ink  

 

Occupies  your  mind    

like  a  one-­‐man  corporation    

on  a  narcissist  mission,    

a  self-­‐appointed  monopoly    

entitled  to  exploit  women  

in  withdrawals  without  penalties  

feeding  on  the  life  force  of  tender  souls.  

 

A  killer  bee  set  loose  in  the  garden  

extracting  sweet  nectar    

from  beautiful  blossoms  

(until  they  wilt,  die—or  react)  

to  build  his  honeycomb  bank  

for  the  next  evolution  of  stingers.  

 

The  flowers  confuse  this  closeness  

for  the  warmth  of  returning  light.  

Soon  he  moves  onto  other  blossoms  

in  unexplored  fields,  attracted  by  

magnificent  colors,  delicious  scents,  

to  quench  the  never-­‐ending  thirst  

for  penetration,  a  lustful  migration    

of  adrenalin  addiction.  Not  a  pollination    

that  prospers  the  blooming,  

but  a  bumbling  scavenger    

harvesting  illusions  

riding  swift  on  a  casual  whim,  

a  conquistador  running  roughshod    

over  native  innocence  

with  gifts  of  confusion,  

like  an  out  of  control  drunk  

operating  on  instincts  conditioned    

by  generations  of  thieves.  

 

 

 

 

This  sole-­‐proprietorship  

plunders  and  amasses,  

captures  and  controls  

playing  misogynist  chess  

that  stalemates  the  will  to  live.  

 

His  friends,  other  narcissist,  

climbers  and  crawlers,  

vultures  and  predators  

in  a  camaraderie  of  affinities  

rationalized  and  approved  

by  each  other’s  dysfunctions.  

 

Unlike  the  501(c)3    

a  public  trust  that  heals,  

genuine  and  authentic,  

striving  for  the  highest    

humanitarian  ideals  with    

no  intentional  harm  to  anyone,  

considering  consequences,  

cultivating  the  drive  to  thrive  

with  unconditional  presence,  

nurturing  the  art  of  the  living  

to  reveal  the  essence    

of  all  that  is  love.  

 

©2011  Sandra  María  Esteves