Do I think it true
Because it is
Or because I want it to be?
I cannot see
The bonds that blind me
But I know they’re there
Death isn’t tragic
But how death occurs
Most often is
Fantasy
Can only exist
If I’m an active participant
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Want to see?
Want to see what it’s like to be me?
Held firm
By an internal decree
A child’s plea
Begging to be understood
Begging for should
Accepting what could be done
No fun
No sun
A fantasy discarded
Lambasted
Contrasted
Plastered by a bastard
Those memories lasted
Despite all effort
Resonating through time
A drunken crime
By human slime
Barely tame
Internal shame
Contemplating blame
Dualistic probabilities
Hostilities causing liabilities
My capabilities prohibited
My disabilities exhibited
My responsibilities limited
Limitation
Commiseration
Cessation
Mental castration
Not to win
Just to fit in
To control sin
To begin again
With the chagrin of my skin
Dulled by gin
Lulled into a stupor
A survival trouper
With one mission
Granting admission
To the child within
The beguiled one
The half mild one
The defiled one
A wild one
Seeking a gun
For some momentary fun
For you, me, and everyone
Dark thoughts
A catalyst
An internal antagonist
But don’t worry
It’s just a story
A fiction
Momentary glory
A bestowment of a moment
A direct line
From a past in decline
I’m no longer prime
No longer mine
No
Please stop
Please don’t
Don’t stop?
He won’t stop
Never did
My words as memory
My words as curse
Painful flashback
Of a smack
A shack
Of blackness I can’t track
Down that path lies an abyss
Oh, so easy to dismiss
Focus on the kiss
Focus on the bliss
Just don’t reminisce
Else it’s just psychotherapy
Spoken lethargy
Pills as energy
Wills to pay the bills
Because didn’t you know the past kills?
But I’ll last
Today’s a contrast
A sky overcast
A rainbow diet, a fast
Focus on the good
Focus on the wow
Focus on the now
Problem is,
I don’t know how
Thoughts like locusts
Focused moments
Total destruction
Mental construction
Limited production
But that’s the point right?
Act tight
Think light
Avoid the night
Focus on the might
And get functional
Make my presence stomach-able
I’ll fit in
After social conditioning
Personality change
To the acceptable range
Not to what I would have been
Not to what should have been seen
Just a benchmark to glean
A dependency to wean
Getting off, on getting off
Abstaining as control
Life’s toll
So droll
A new personality
A twisted mentality
Complete with an acceptable morality
Born of brutality
A beastly formality
A childhood totality
Obsessed reality
A focus compressed
To a past expressed
As present solidarity
To the commonality
A survivor’s modality
Truth is,
I’m not alone
There are many broken homes
Many similar pleas
Boys thinking they’re she’s
Girls dreaming of degrees
Only to freeze
Triggered by a sleaze
Just a look of displease
Is all it takes
To land us back on our knees
A war eternal
Repeated in a journal
Blaming the external
For pain internal
There is no end
A rumination of pain
A brain stain
A drain of focus
A struggle to attain
To abstain
Life’s a circle
A cycle to break
To break-free of
So, the question remains
Do you still want to know me?
Do you still want to see?
Or is this all just a fantasy?
A compassionate conspiracy
Or an unwitting enquiry
Just back out politely
That’s what I do
Dissociative mental crew
Dig deep
Mental leap
Back to the creep
Back to me feeling like sheep
Just another cheap reap
Just another statistical bleep
I weep
Hiding in sleep
Hiding in myself
With a cold disposition
To your inquisition
And sanitised a presentation
A social prohibition
A DSM condition
My worst symptom?
Oversharing admission
A granted commission
Disguised by a mission of ambition
To thrive
To survive
To stay alive
Ah,
Such lofty goals
How I can be so blithe?
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Erotica, R-18+
in my dreams
i made your fantasies
a reality
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
you are a kind and stern one it seems
prone to command and other schemes
desiring to evoke toe curling screams
forcing guys to live out all their wet dreams
taking her play to all the extremes
toys and whips and other fun things
games, free use, and other kinky routines
your thoughts set the mood and then the scenes
fantasy made reality, no more daydreams
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Speak my praises
earn my trust,
worship me
fulfill my lust.
Scream your desire
earn your insult,
what happens tonight
it’s all your fault.
Whisper the fantasies
you’ve kept unspoken,
everything you’ve ever wanted
from held to lovingly broken.
Speak my praises
treat me as your god,
trust me my dear
and you’ll never be bored.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
I dreamt a past
That could have been
Embraced seductions
That went unseen
I said yes
To her advance
This time
I gave love a chance
A fantastical story
With a dreamlike plot
‘Tis a shame I woke early
Because teasing’s all I got
I tried to return
To her ethereal embrace
But I was trapped by a different
Aspect of the dream space
This time I was the hero
Of my own epic adventure
Fighting demons
And going where most don’t venture
I saved the realm
And rescued my liege
Oh what glory!
Oh what prestige!
As reward
I was promised eternal bliss
Lands and luxuries
And a fair maiden’s kiss
Humbly I approached
And gently lifted her shroud
When I saw her face
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud
It was her
The girl from my past
The dreams had melded
I have her at last
What good fortune have I
To get another chance
To live and love
To play and romance
A fairy-tale ending
We lived happily ever after
I awoke refreshed
Having dreamt of hereafter
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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the toxic nightmare
the dream that traps you
into believing you’re awake
that lets you live your fantasy
for just long enough
to taste heaven
but not long enough
to be satiated
before you are wretched
back into reality
by a chiding laugh
laced with criticism
for being so gullible
as to believe
you deserve
happiness
let alone a beautiful dream
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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The toxic nightmare
The dream that traps you
Into believing you’re awake
That lets you live your fantasy
For just long enough
To taste heaven
But not long enough
To be satiated
Before you are wretched
Back into reality
By a chiding laugh
Laced with criticism
For being so gullible
As to believe
You deserve
Happiness
Let alone a beautiful dream
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
Read more from the colleciton, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.
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