Tag: Poetry
Stay For A While…
Poetry ~ Tired Eyes
I can’t remember where I got this or who wrote it, but I loved it…
Lay your head upon my lap
and close your tired eyes.
Feel nothing but the soft caress
of my fingers through your hair.
Forget all thoughts
and drift upon my breath;
absorb my touch and your tension lifts
as the warmth of my body blankets you,
and your soul is renewed.
Poetry: Abu Hamid al-Ghazali
Be for him his Earth
and he will be your Heaven.
Be for him a place of rest
and he will be your abode.
Be for him a faithful Slave
and he will be your eternal Protector.
Do not smother him constantly clinging to him,
or he will seek release from the load of your weight.
Yet, do not stay away from him for too long
lest he might forget you.
If he comes to you, approach him sweetly,
but if he steps away, keep your distance.
Always pay the utmost attention
to his nostrils and ears and eyes,
so he will never smell anything but
the fragrant perfume of your body and your desire,
never hear from your lips anything but
pleasantries and good tidings
and never sees in you anything but
your beauty consecrated to his pleasure.
Abu Hamid al-Ghazali (1058-1111), Persian Sufi philosopher and poet
*just grins*
The One
Poetry ~ I am a Child
[The link to this one is long since lost]
I am a child,
All the world waits for my coming
All the earth watches with interest
To see what I shall become.
The future hangs in the balance,
For what I am
The world of tomorrow will be.
I am a child,
I have come into your world
about which I know nothing.
Why I came I know not.
How I came I know not.
I am curious
I am interested.
I am a child,
You hold in your hand my destiny.
You determine, largely,
whether I shall succeed or fail.
Give me, I pray you,
Those things that make for happiness.
Train me, I beg you,
That I may be a blessing to the world.
Poetry ~ A Slave’s Prayer
’cause [ LJ User: caitriona ] was a doll and said I could share:
A Slave’s Prayer
From my knees, I ask with all of my heart…
Grant me the strength to submit to Him
Without fear or doubt – only with love in my heart
Grant me the ability to make His will my own
Even when I cannot understand the reasons
Grant me the wisdom to know silence and
To always speak with humility and respect
Grant me serenity in my service to Him
That my joy may become His
Grant me the ability to bring Him
Comfort and pleasure in His use of my body
Grant me the grace to accept punishment
In a manner befitting of the woman He owns
That I reflect well on Him in every moment
Allow me to accept Him as He has become
To change what I am to what He desires
Without losing the girl that He chose to make His
Grant me the ability to inspire Him and
To bring light to guide our way on this journey
But more than anything else, I ask
Grant me my greatest desire
To make His life complete
As He makes mine
Copyright Caitriona, 2007
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That Damned Day
Poetry ~ The Visit
slave david: Slavery Is/Not
slavery is not about suffering . . .
. . . slavery is about service.
slavery is not about humiliation . . .
. . . slavery is about humility.
slavery is not about pain . . .
. . . slavery is about being present.
slavery is not about being used . . .
. . . slavery is about being of use.
slavery is not about control . . .
. . . slavery is about letting go.
slavery is not about what is done to you . . .
. . . slavery is about what you do for others.
slavery is not about abuse . . .
. . . slavery is about acceptance.
slavery is not about proving anything . . .
. . . slavery is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt . . .
. . . slavery is about respect.
slavery is not about how you look . . .
. . . slavery is about how much you care.
slavery is not about denying yourself . . .
. . . slavery is about being open.
slavery is not about bondage . . .
. . . slavery is about freeing your spirit.
slavery is not about punishment . . .
. . . slavery is about discipline.
slavery is not about being unable to escape . . .
. . . slavery is about being committed.
slavery is not about submission . . .
. . . slavery is about obedience.
slavery is not about fear . . .
. . . slavery is about trust.
slavery is not about sex . . .
. . . slavery is about love.
slavery is not about pleasure . . .
. . . slavery is about happiness.
Written by slave david, as posted @ http://www.lthredge.com/ds/slavepoem.htm [Defunct, 2019]
Poetry ~ Broken
I’ll not see you
For my eyes are clouded with endless tears
I’ll not hear you
For my soul’s screams drown out all sound
I’ll not love you
For my heart is broken and beats no more
I’ll not hold you
For my hands have forgotten how to caress
I’ll not carry you
For I am too weary to stand on my own
Winged By Design – 10.27.05
Poetry ~ The Now
Wrapped in coldness, veiled by despair
Emptiness abounds in my soul and overflows
Nothing remains of what I had not so long ago
Just restless shadows and nightmarish visions
Once whispers of love forever filled my ear
All that’s left are distant echoes, growing faint
The words, once so sweet, slowly fade to black
That turns to poison, seeping into my very being
My heart bleeds no more, warmth no longer exists
What was once a part of a whole, now nothing but a memory
Darkness has wrapped its cold fingers around my throat
And proceeded to drain the remaining life from my veins
Winged By Design – 10.04.07
Back To The Chaos That Is Me
Xavior, one of my oldest Friends, has decided to come out from the shadows and help steady my path once more. It took me until tonight to realize how much I miss having Him around, and I’m glad He’s back. *cuts my eyes at Him* Hopefully this trip will be a little longer than the rest.
Anyway, below are two poems that He wrote and just shared with me tonight. I read and reread Her Surrender and it came close to bringing me to tears. I remarked about how I identified with it and thought it would make a good addition to these pages, to which He replied that I could post because they were about me. That, ladies and gents, was all it took and the waterworks started up…
I knew I kept Him around for a reason…
Poetry ~ She Lives Inside Her Head
Compliments of Xavior, written 2.9.05
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells deep within her own thoughts.
Her mind wanders over the endless of now.
Her thoughts ponder a future dementedly dark.
Her eyes are vacant slots that show emptiness.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
The darkness invades her every thought.
She screams out in silence to hear herself.
The voices grow louder inside her head.
They scream for release she begs for peace.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
I reach out to her yet she retreats.
I sing to her soul yet it ignores my tune.
I embrace her fears yet she starts to run.
She looks right through me all the time.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
My love for her so deep yet never touching.
My want for her happiness never occurring.
She screams inside herself lost alone.
Fearing another’s touch not wanting to fall.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She cries deep within her soul so lost.
She screams within her spirit searching.
She searches within her darkness for light.
Alone her steps falter but her will’s so true.
Her journey of self discovery a long road.
Her efforts to finding peace slowly succeed.
Her pain so great her determination even more.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells within herself searching for her key.
Poetry ~ Her Submission
Compliments of Xavior, written 1.30.05
She kneels before me in all her splendor
Her hair flows that of golden sunlight.
Her lips are soft and yet so kissable.
Her smile brings about gentle dimples.
Her soul so weary and very tired of it all.
I look down upon her as the precious a gift.
Her submission so rare that it is to be loved.
Her voice that of an gentle summer breeze.
Her devotion so deep that none can compare.
Her wounds deep open and forever breathing.
Within her mind she quietly searches.
Her search for the one to truly free her.
The one that can touch her soul so deeply.
The one that can set her spirit free to roam.
I watch her from a far so timid yet so strong.
She kneels quietly trying to hold herself together.
She waits for the one that can hold her together.
She yearns for the one that can truly understand.
She aches for the one that knows how to tame her.
Her torment so visible yet so much hidden from the eye.
Her scars lay bare to those who choose to see them.
I see her quietly in the corner crying softly.
Her will divided between all that she knows.
My worry deep for her my regret so visible.
My tears fall for her innocence that is lost.
My heart aches for that pain which makes her real.
My step falters for her journey that has begun.
There is no solace in that which I now feel.
I rejoice for her journey is my own and I am with her.