Get on with the day do it, whatever it is you want to do, "for tomorrow we die."

You don't need the comma before feel, first line.
I am not sure I want to return to the womb, that would mean the whole charade all over again and I wouldn't enjoy that. But its a sprung part of the poem; almost like a robot getting orders we could become that to push ourselves out and then become ourselves and LIVE bam smack whoosh! I see the bits and pieces flying.

It could be me when I was in my teens as I did fencing, even fenced for my county, thrusting was the norm and the flèche/arrow was the most wonderful way to do it, slightly get over balance standing only on the right foot (rt handed) and push off with it hitting your opponent as you pass them through the air, that has this feeling too, wonderful. Nobody ever got hurt, probably the safest sport in fact.

I know how you felt when you wrote this Lou,
Ann.

Explosive! Volatile! I love it! Pregnant with energy!

Expelled into the universe
Explode hurtle into society, be free
Thrust, penetrate the world
Fuck it into reality
Blow away all obstacles

always, eddy (& Cat)

This is one of your best, Lou. I felt the thrust of your idea and the point of your sword. Keep swinging! Love ya, ~ Gee

great poem.

risks sometimes great but a different risk
then physical
then found pain
submission dominance
my aches are personal
intimate
sometimes I only feel alive when my muses
my woman is emotionally giving me
the kind of hell I need to "Feel"
there is the want to have softness
but sometimes its the sting that
makes one shiver
the bruise that is hidden or revealed
and compelling

rather new to me that
and rather exciting I find
Of course I was drawn to
the title right away
and rightly satisfied with
your works and read
per always

Thank You Lou!

I got a tatoo and some peircings
was explained to me about
belonging
Now I see these things everywhere
and understand that love
of the fetish of ink and hardware

I have the freinds whom talk about
their past..their heavy histories
and how they survived

I have my friends whom had easy
backed childhoods with stable
parents too

a mixed life
a busy life
Im still alive

still in touch with my friends
on the street
on the phone

and I
examining life
and its many degrees