Once in heaven, why would one want

to leave, yet "Push! Push harder! Push!"

the midwife says.

With this she does recall her being

pushed into her life

nothing but a by-product of love.

Sperm and egg finding each other, lust

was all there was back-then, not an easy

time. Later after she was born to lead

a normal life, her mother decided to live

together with a man not too old to learn,

knowing that as it’s all going to hell

therefore they might as well visit heaven

before going wherever go they shall.

With this she does recall her being

Oh yes, a creation of strength and love

May appropriately named the month of lust.

The result of a missing condom? Easy

said? What choices did women have? Let

alone the total victory over her race? To live

or die were not even options? She learns

the truth about the mother, who gave her life,

This life she lives, before it’s all going to hell

knowing she has come from heaven

now she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

you know, a by- product of men and lust.

Mama tells her often: "Bringing you up is not easy!"

The schools, teachers and priests all let

her believe that she is different. She lives

outside the little village, a long way to learn.

Two miles to school it is. Her life

is simple so are the fighting and loving

at the shack called home. It’s all going to hell,

she recalls, she has been delivered from heaven

now she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and going to school, learning easily

what she wants but not what is taught and let

one not forget the willow-sticks. She lives

through beatings on bare-bottoms and learns

so much about essentials in life

here teachers show and tell tough-love

and "Das Wandern ist des Müller’s Lust!"

All she wants is to leave, before it’s all going to hell

for she had come from heaven

now she is ready to go wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

lying in the snow alone, let-

ting out moans not knowing if she would live

paralyzed from running into a tree only to learn

only the sleigh is broken, nerves pinched. Her life

is not over yet. An angel with love

is watching her too as she busy with lust

bicycles into rocks and trouble so easily

yet before it’s all going to hell

she knows she has visited already heaven

therefore she’ll go wherever go she shall

With this she does recall her being

on her way, running away to live

in a harbor town, and in order to learn

a craft like grown-ups. To lead an adult life.

A know-it-all. Inexperienced, about love,

an eager pupil, she is excited about sex and lust.

Looking for info on pleasures she is an easy

prey. Wanting to be taught to please, him she let,

this French fellow teach her all he would.

"Before I am going to burn in hell,

come on boy here visit heaven!"

She whistles. And eagerly he comes all over her, as well.

With this she does recall her being

and learning she does, O sure and learn.

She and others make changes to her life

now not what she thought it to be, "No love!"

Wrapped up in lust and seeking lust

no man is too fast, too easy for her. Easily

she finds much in-between variety. "And let

them love me all night..." she sings, "...so I can live!"

and adds "Before it’s all going to hell

I have to check out those berths in havens

once done I shall go wherever go I shall."

With this she does recall her being

and learning to wait. And life

teaches her that one has to pay too for love

to avoid repercussions. Not just lust

can be found in a harbor town. There easy

comes and easy goes down red-light-lane. Let

it be said: "That if I should ever live

to be old and humble. I shall smile. If I learn

not to brag about my body’s strength.

I shall at least sit and grin!" Yes before it all went to hell

she has been here and there, slipped into havens

and back too. Now she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being.

Yet is to be a coincidence? True with love

in mind, she is going on her first vacation, lust-

ing for sunshine and men in Split, easily

to get. Being told she has to work, angrily she lets

the opportunity and her plane go, only to live,

to hear the news: That plane crashed. She learned

all aboard died, sans her. No finale yet in her life.

The final trip, the going to hell —

she has been already to heaven

— now she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

dreaming of men. And lust

reflects from her shiny eyes, so easy

to dream, much becomes reality. And she is let

along on a runway where models live

so many origins, so many races. She is as eager to learn,

as willing as they are to teach her life

and the trades and the tricks of love

she wants to know it all right now

prior to it all going to hell

or is it heaven

before she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and finding company so easily

who during these sixties and seventies let

drawers faster down, than hair. She does live

with her and him and her on the pill. She learns

sex is good. "The more times the better in life"

she says appropriately. Don’t make war, make love.

Sparsely lit bars, Redneck sanctuaries, places of lust

and brutal strength. Before it’s all going to hell

let’s bar-hop now and visit all those havens

and she hops wherever, go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

where booze and women let

them soldiers forget, show ‘em a way to live.

Poor you alone in barracks, no one to hold. She learns

always be ready, to do whatever. He says: "In life

there is no greater love than one’s Vaterland’s love,

while mothers still children’s thirst, good women still men’s lust."

To be a man is a tough job, not at all easy

and she tries to be a good woman, before it’s all going to hell

and she wastes no time and is looking for heaven

now, before she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and living in the fast lane she does live

and love her men from whom she learns

and young she enjoys much of the good life.

Working sixteen hours a day she loves

her job and her married young boss. Lust-

less she goes home, when she loses her job. Un-easy

and in despair she thinks of death yet fails. She is let

down on her trip going to hell,

seeing a gorgeous man, remembering save haven,

asking him out, before she goes as far as she will.

With this she does recall her being

on-the-move-finding-a-job. Spanish she learns

as she travels light and fast. Sunshine enters her life

in Spain a country to live cheaply. She loves

the sights and what’s searing on the beaches. Lust

carefully packaged in shorts like candy bars, so easily

accessible. A whole world coming to Marbella to let

her pick and snack. She knows she shall live

to please her taste. Before it’s all going to hell

she savors much of those manna from heaven.

She shall be ready and go wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and the Costa del Sol and her life

a matching pair of socks. A touch of love,

is not enough. She is a "Nimmersatt" in lust.

and careless too. While visiting Tangier where easy

love is easy bought from easy women so she is let

to believe until the day when she — in order to live

somewhat longer — boards the ferry in a hurry. She learns

to run for her life. Trying to catch up is hell

— she and her sister were heavenly — yet she out-

-smarted those, them knife wielding husbands as well.

With this she does recall her being.

Not only women she is lust-

ing for, but also travelling the world is easy

at thirty-some-years this body does not let

her down. In the fast lane it is fun to live,

the brain still slower than the body, eager to learn

all there is to fun. To achieve satisfactions in life

there is nothing more secretive than love

so she seeks wisdom before it’s all going to hell

or will it be heaven

wherever, she goes, wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and heading south to a place so easy

for the white man to sow wild oats. They let —

those coloreds and the white trash too, living

from the white man’s good will, as she learns

fast — any guy do the forbidden, like their life

depends so much (and it does) on providing love

and to satisfy their neglected masters’ lust

She does too, she does before it’s all going to hell.

She samples those buffets, for heaven’s sake,

and she dines wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

in those days where segregation laws let

no doubts about no tolerance as to the living

together of the various races. So she learns.

"You don’t have to live with them!" he says. Life

is a train of surprises. Plenty of love.

She hears co-workers noisily satisfying their lust.

Zealous of this Sherrie-woman she says, "Take it easy!"

"Aren’t you ashamed of yerself? Leave some for me..."

He says, "...if they catch us, we all be going to hell!"

Another fellow says, "Heavenly Valley!"

"Wauh ees d’thee mawni what you puomised?"

Sherrie asks, suddenly it’s quiet.

With this she does recall her being

visiting Carnival, the feast of love.

one dancer is this time her object of lust.

On her the money is spent easily.

Empty handed she promises her more but lets

her down, gives her everything. To live

she does as she does and from her she learns

one has to pay for such. She wants her life

and to chain her to her bed. She might go to hell,

for just a little choo-choo into haven,

so dandy, so fine.

She hurries to go wherever go she shall.

Sorry, "shackles of marriage are no heaven

would you be mine."

With this she does recall her being

and travels they lead her to live

in Kalifornia. Big Sur it is where she learns

it’s much too short this her life.

There are so many pleasures and love

on the hippie movement’s taille end. Lust

a part of an inspiring process, and easy

access to drugs alters many states. So let

us experience worlds beyond the impossible:

"Before it’s all going to hell

let’s visit the heavens

and therefore go wherever go we shall."

With this she does recall her being

And guilt ridden when she learns

of a mistake she made, wishing to end her life.

His car hundreds of feet below the cliff, my love,

a sign of giving up. All just for fear and lust

to admit wrong is tough, to admit defeat not easy

yet giving up, such is the greatest gift and leads

her to a new way to see and feel and live

and to appreciate before it’s all going to hell

she remembers to sample the heavens

before going to jail she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and rising from the gutter to a new life

of nothing but emptiness. A spiritual love

for enlightenment is all she does lust

and the rest should come very easily.

Fighting all the way struggling she lets

no opportunity go by to try again to live

the old way and slowly does she learn

to use it, more wisely or not, before it’s all going to hell

it’s not forbidden to visit the heavens

before going wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

obsessed with her and other figures and with love

she is put to work to account and please his lust

for money. The life she has is easy, too easily

maybe as the comptroller of firms and let

be in charge. High on a cliff she does live

but she is never home with the dog, learns

nothing, a man waiting for her all her life

now getting wise, before it’s all going to hell,

he turns his back, for this is not heaven

and wherever blow she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and when she buys a motel she lets

this Mona keep the key, to make her living

She knows Mona’s profession. Learning

she did from her profession. And her life

is not much different to Mona’s. Her love

is straight forward to please to get paid. It’s not lust

and getting laid. The streets so easy

it is not. For who cares? Some paths goes to hell

or on a narrow, a short cut, to heaven

ignorant she skips wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

into the real estate business, lust

is more important than making money, easy

money, to live her life the fullest she leads

a life at the edge of law and order. Living

she does, the partnership crashes. She learns

there are things in life not worth the life

she is living, the one of greed, the love

of cold cash only and going for it to hell.

It’s nicer in heaven

yet she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

out of money! Out of work! The lust

is still there. To satisfy the basic needs is easy.

Attending to the flowering crops of the garden, she let

them smell hers and more. And little less to live

she needs. Paradise is all she craves. She learns

"I need in this — this short, this so short — my life

that all my voids be filled with love."

And before darkness comes going to hell,

she enjoys the light from the heavens,

her coming, before she goes, wherever go she shall,

with lightning and tremors shaking and quaking

unleashing tropical storms.

Yet less and less asparagus are harvested every year.

With this she does recall her being

overcoming a bankruptcy easily

and still a beautiful life she leads

She is allowed to be and in paradise to live

sampling fruits of all these gardens. She learns

to collect her own footsteps throughout her life

from the paths she traveled and each love

nothing but just a marker along the road of lust

"All men are the same! Each man

before he rests his piece, before it’s all going to hell

he wants to say, I have visited all the heavens!"

She says, "Therefore just let me be and be I shall!"

With this she does recall her being

broke working for a broker and living

in pricey homes for sale, and she does learn

that people’s brain is associating life

as where you live and whom you dick. Love

is what you take and give, energy and lust

being the most precious keys to living easy.

Precious flower-bushes in need for rain let-

ting you on. You pick the road! His is to attend.

With love and a short hoe he weeds the furrows

waters them. Come cutting time all is going to hell

or the compost-pile with so, so many smells.

She has visited already heaven

therefore she’ll go wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

when Joey opens his bar. No, not to learn

but so that she can enjoy the finer parts in life.

And he lives upstairs in his office and love

is carved into the door by women in lust

who stay past closing time or easily

climb the path from La Ida’s Hot Spot to let

him treating them as they deserve. She lives

his dream now before it is going to hell.

Hurry! Hurry! One notch for each heaven

visited. Each notch a reminder before go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

and managing neither his life,

nor heart. Feeling cold but hot it is, my love,

"Don’t tell but I still crave women and lust."

Widowers, soldiers, salesmen are easily

charmed. None is the only one, none let

-ting her love her. She shows none how to live

through an orgasm or two as she learns

to kiss his way. Before it’s all going to hell.

She has hissed at many heavens named "none"

now she blows without regret, the steam off she shall.

With this she does recall her being

working in the woods. Oh love.

For over a year Jack is remodeling his cabin and lust

waits in the rumble seat as he drives nails and easily

sinks borrowed money into the place and then Jack lets

it go, to the lender, so he can live

and be himself again. Yet she learns

being owned by property in one’s life

equals jailed by payments. Jack is going through hell.

The tramp in her prefers to visit all heavens,

done or not, when called she goes wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

returning to a job she once was lust-

ing for. The years bygone, now it’s less easy.

The men from back then are married now. Let

it be known she can’t go back into her past and live

there and such she doesn’t like. Yet she learns,

that this his being, her to be, this life

however, does change and change and love

is not forever. "You shall find out in hell!"

So they say. She has visited already heaven

if the calling comes, wherever go she shall.

With this she does recall her being

following the call easily

persuaded to skipper a ship to Mexico and let

me tell you her sailing lessons do pay off. To live

on a boat is more than nautical terms and learn

she does. First she hires an all men crew. Her life

to be all fun she hopes. Prepared to give and get love

she thought. Twin rudders and twin screws and lust-

ing she had, twin opinions she got going through hell

— and she did not get to visit heaven —

on the high-seas, the going was tough as well.

...reality sucks...

With this she does recall her being

wheelchair bound impatiently let-

ting a nurse push her around. She lives

yet wishes to shed her cranky body and to learn

how snakes do it. She who treasured life

now calls for Kevorkian and the right to die. For love

she has none left for this the aching body. And lust-

ing does she only under medication, then easily

she forgets the going through hell getting dressed

and the day flies by and thoughts of heaven

"Pusch harder nurse!" she says. You bitch she thinks

and cranky asks "Isn’t it time for my medication?"

Please be gentle when you push

me out of this life or not