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]

A Million Little Pieces, Part 2

The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen…You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful…When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you…When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever known or felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.

A Million Little Pieces

I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with Family, alone with my friends, alone in a Room full of People. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror.

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Master Kuma: The Center of the Universe

In a perfect world, a Dominants life would consist solely of learning and living the lifestyle, treasuring and torturing the gift that is their submissive. For most of us, unfortunately, life is not that perfect, and intrudes on what would otherwise be a fulfilling and idyllic life. When this occurs, often a return to ”center” is needed.

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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