Mental Dominatrix
There is gravity around your sassy grin
But your take charge eyes draw me in
A tease with a heart pure as gold
Not demeaning but will never be controlled
You make me an animal but you're my tamer
Never flashy in all your sweetheart control glamour
You touch like you tease
But you smile as to please
Carnal lust boils under our whimsical and philosophic essence
You dominate me like a slave in mental sex as I'm lost in your presence
I can let you have every power you could use
Because although you dominate love won't let you abuse
Slave Of A Slave
Why are you with him he doesn't care
He only wants you there
When he's not having an affair
You love him though he treats you like a slave
You seem to have a masochistic crave
I offer my help but don't want me to save
You stay and you cry and you give it another try
And no one knows why
Makes me wanna die
Ebony VI
I sit in my bedroom all alone
Waiting for you to call on the telephone
I'm so depressed and lonely here
I just want to talk to you dear
There's not much fun in anything I do
If I have to do it without you
Moments when you're not there
I wonder if you still care
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Poetry Post 139
Empty Thrills
In empty thrills I hide
Demons lurk seeing I'm empty inside
As the demons are stuck in me
So am I to cheap ecstasy
The meaningless gives me meaning to live
It's the only thing that dulls the negative
I want to stop but why should I try
Cheap thrills are what are keeping me from wanting to die
How Does It Feel?
How does it feel to be all alone
To have no one calling on your telephone
To be treated worse than being treated unknown
How does it feel to be anti-socially prone
Now that I have a happy family
While yours ended on your self made tragedy
Because you inflicted them with your hostility
Now how you wish you were me
You used to burn my self esteem every time it started to grow
You made me feel in danger anywhere I would go
Because you made the hate of me in everyone I did know
Now fate has made you feel what I felt so many years ago
Whore's Rap
You want a man with money in the hand
And his libido in your command
You know you deserve less than you demand
But to you love is the ultimate prank
You'll be any man's skank
As long as they got money in the bank
Trick for a treat and a treat for a trick
If the check don't clear you'll pull out quick
If the money don't stay you won't stick
What do you care
If there's no cash you aren't there
You'll never give but are always ready to share
Every one of your victims may say you're so fine
But even with pearls you look like swine
Digging in a gold mine
You want more and more
You sell yourself like a store
You resent yourself and your title of whore
I don't judge you for gluttonous lust
But just the way you treat men leaves me disgusted
But you'll regret it when your looks get rusted
In empty thrills I hide
Demons lurk seeing I'm empty inside
As the demons are stuck in me
So am I to cheap ecstasy
The meaningless gives me meaning to live
It's the only thing that dulls the negative
I want to stop but why should I try
Cheap thrills are what are keeping me from wanting to die
How Does It Feel?
How does it feel to be all alone
To have no one calling on your telephone
To be treated worse than being treated unknown
How does it feel to be anti-socially prone
Now that I have a happy family
While yours ended on your self made tragedy
Because you inflicted them with your hostility
Now how you wish you were me
You used to burn my self esteem every time it started to grow
You made me feel in danger anywhere I would go
Because you made the hate of me in everyone I did know
Now fate has made you feel what I felt so many years ago
Whore's Rap
You want a man with money in the hand
And his libido in your command
You know you deserve less than you demand
But to you love is the ultimate prank
You'll be any man's skank
As long as they got money in the bank
Trick for a treat and a treat for a trick
If the check don't clear you'll pull out quick
If the money don't stay you won't stick
What do you care
If there's no cash you aren't there
You'll never give but are always ready to share
Every one of your victims may say you're so fine
But even with pearls you look like swine
Digging in a gold mine
You want more and more
You sell yourself like a store
You resent yourself and your title of whore
I don't judge you for gluttonous lust
But just the way you treat men leaves me disgusted
But you'll regret it when your looks get rusted
Poetry Post 138
The Price Of Life
To set the record clear I am pro-life
But I'm so sick of the strife
Cause the Right don't know the challenges of mothers who aren't a wife
Don't act like you care a bit about the fetus
You look at the poor like you don't even need us
One billion dying in the streets and you won't even feed us
Pacifist
I come with an olive branch and a shield
You won't find me in the battlefield
What's done is done
Truth can't be won
You can't tell who is right
When both sides fight
There is nothing violence can do
To change man's view
Dying For Freedom
Looking two hundred years for the Land of Milk and Honey
I would buy the American Dream if I had the money
Freedom to live protected by the duty to kill
I don't have the power to live on my own free will
We can't buy a piece of the American Pie
When the bakers set the price so high
So I don't live for God, but will die for country
Just so I can live the American Dream to live free
To set the record clear I am pro-life
But I'm so sick of the strife
Cause the Right don't know the challenges of mothers who aren't a wife
Don't act like you care a bit about the fetus
You look at the poor like you don't even need us
One billion dying in the streets and you won't even feed us
Pacifist
I come with an olive branch and a shield
You won't find me in the battlefield
What's done is done
Truth can't be won
You can't tell who is right
When both sides fight
There is nothing violence can do
To change man's view
Dying For Freedom
Looking two hundred years for the Land of Milk and Honey
I would buy the American Dream if I had the money
Freedom to live protected by the duty to kill
I don't have the power to live on my own free will
We can't buy a piece of the American Pie
When the bakers set the price so high
So I don't live for God, but will die for country
Just so I can live the American Dream to live free
Poetry Post 137
I Am
I am cold
I am stone
Before I'm old
I'll die alone
My grave covered in mold
My name never known
Every time for every scold
I answer in a dying moan
Joy greater than gold
I was never shown
I have no love to hold
I am solitude prone
I am too shy or bold
For someone to listen, so I seek relief in a groan
The Race
Where am I going, what is my fate
Do I still have a chance or am I too late
Did I move too fast or procrastinate
Am I early or is everyone gone
Did I miss the marathon
I'm sorry I couldn't see what was going on
I sit shocked and stunned
Did we finish or have we begun
Have I already lost cause I know I haven't won
Fear
Thunder crashing to the ground
No protection has been found
But a deep, dark, sinister hole
Without the presence of a soul
Hiding there for so many years
Killing my childhood with my fears
Pounding out every breath
Wondering of my death
Tired of waiting for the final blow to strike me
Tired of laying helpless like an uprooted tree
I have got out of the dungeon and back on my feet
No longer scared of when death and I might ever meet
I am cold
I am stone
Before I'm old
I'll die alone
My grave covered in mold
My name never known
Every time for every scold
I answer in a dying moan
Joy greater than gold
I was never shown
I have no love to hold
I am solitude prone
I am too shy or bold
For someone to listen, so I seek relief in a groan
The Race
Where am I going, what is my fate
Do I still have a chance or am I too late
Did I move too fast or procrastinate
Am I early or is everyone gone
Did I miss the marathon
I'm sorry I couldn't see what was going on
I sit shocked and stunned
Did we finish or have we begun
Have I already lost cause I know I haven't won
Fear
Thunder crashing to the ground
No protection has been found
But a deep, dark, sinister hole
Without the presence of a soul
Hiding there for so many years
Killing my childhood with my fears
Pounding out every breath
Wondering of my death
Tired of waiting for the final blow to strike me
Tired of laying helpless like an uprooted tree
I have got out of the dungeon and back on my feet
No longer scared of when death and I might ever meet
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