September 24, 2014

 

 

A bond so strong is broken;

now the process of letting go.

Until we meet again, my heart,

no other love shall know.

 

 

September 20, 2014

 

 

On the darkened path

to a fetish dream,

laid bare, emotions,

in agony scream.

 

When a brilliant brain

spinning out of control

seeks out mercy’s angels

who, half naked stroll,

 

around him,

menacingly tantalising,

in an awakened dream,

that left him fantasising.

 

(The power too great

at such a dizzy height.

The loneliness up there,

in towers of ivory white.

 

The expectation unreal,

at summit level.

Daunting is the path;

haunted by the devil.)

 

So for just one hour

they occupy his mind,

wrapping him in silken threads,

as his hands, they tightly bind.

 

And offered by the matrix;

life’s gas and air,

when pain too great, and life,

too much to bare.

 

Releasing pent-up stress;

so great the power.

Cometh the man,

cometh the hour.

 

‘Do with me what you will;

exploit my every whim.

Release my pent up stress.

Turn down the lights to dim’.

 

‘Too much, too much,

oh god, too much.

The sight of all that flesh

that I dare not touch’.

 

‘My own High Priestess;

the Ruler of the day,

make me sit and beg;

I promise to obey’.

 

‘Beat me to a pulp,

with your feathered wand.

I promise to be good.

I promise to respond.’

 

The supreme Goddess of Love,

bring me to my knees.

You have my heart and soul;

my only wish to please’.

 

Gone are unanswered emails

left for tomorrow,

in this world where dominance,

strips bare, life’s sorrow.

 

until strength found

once more, to carry on,

in this relentless world,

from where we’ll soon be gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 17, 2014

 

 

She told me they’d

stopped her seeing Earnest,

because her Father thought

him to be a bit tapped,

and when she finally got

engaged to Albert,

they raised their hands

and clapped.

Then Earnest joined a circus,

and sadly fell off an elephant,

whilst not wearing a hat,

and Albert made a good husband,

so no more was spoken about that!

 

 

April 23, 2014

 

 

In searching through

her belongings

they discovered

the reason why,

she had done

as she thought right

and why, on God,

she did rely.

 

Always devout

by nature,

though never a

visitor to the chapel;

her favourite

saying being-

‘If only Eve hadn’t

bitten that apple’.

 

In her quiet world

she existed, in a shack

by the side of the

disused track.

Ever hopeful,

ever longing,

for the day when

he would come back.

 

 

 

 

If she will stray

into your arms,

she’ll be seduced

by others’ charms!

 

And even though

your mind she calms,

make sure your heart

she never harms.

 

 

 

April 9, 2014

 

 

How so bizarre

when truth detection

follows stolen text

about false affection.

 

Just the latest twist

in air-lifted lines.

Unsettled slumber

for such concubines.

 

 

 

March 28, 2014

 

 

A love that keeps on giving

A love that never dies

A love that holds eternal

A light no God denies.

 

A love that is fulfilling

A love that bonds for life

A love so self repairing,

away from harm and strife.

 

A love needed in a cruel world

A love where bitterness disgraced,

by the joining together of hands,

and through love, all hate replaced.

 

 

March 10, 2014

 

 

Let us discuss finality

before we fall into deep slumber.

And maybe count our blessings

in case, up pops our final number.

 

What if, without a last farewell

one of us leaves this earth,

with no plans or preparations,

in readiness for a re-birth?

 

Let us discuss in finite detail,

whilst our senses are still hot,

in case, when that time comes

we both have lost the plot!

 

Let us face the inevitable,

or at least momentarily peep,

into a future where, by a bedside,

one for the other, a vigil may keep.

 

Now let us spend time in harmony

keeping open, perhaps just one eye.

For when we cease to be together,

there will be, no longer, you or I.

 

   

 

 

 

 

A love so strong and powerful,

ingrained in every bone.

Ongoing strands of connection

so delicately hand sewn.

 

A moment so truly wonderful;

a feeling of never being alone.

When out of the blue comes one

deliciously setting the tone.

 

 

 

 

Oh wind that makes the rain so fierce

like blades of steel, on a window pierce.

and hail so heavy, it hits like stones

on a forbidden love, that the heart condones.

 

Oh storm clouds brewing overhead;

the unspoken word now left unsaid,

and lightning flashes on a bed of emotion;

a thunderous price for such devotion.

 

 

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