The man after eating all the animals

on earth and putting out eruct,

and making them extinct,

is taking initiation to write,

other planets’ organism’s forecast.

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Sitting by a steamy window,

I see my love

in embroidered dreams

walk right on by

and still I wait

alone, I cry

staring into someday.

Lying Mirrors

I feel the darkness

creep behind me,

rattling chains

no footprints

but closing gates.

Prisoner trapped

in own soul,

skin shriveled

in ruined shrouds

blood seeping

Trembling hands

reaching out

in muted cries

cancerous moans

of dread.

Falling into

empty space,

broken and misplaced,

invisible figures blowing

frozen in wind of past.

Devil’s spawn dancing,

icy fingers grasping,

screaming minds

of ebony asylums

no release

Lying mirrors

reflecting graves

with two bodies

and maybe more

encased in ice.

Crawling toward

light, alone,

baleful howls

invisible wolves

infusing mind

Hate radiating

in the distance.

deceiving shadows

escaping to place

where death begins.

Paddles, canes, beads, whips

Rope, leather, bondage clips

Dildos, bullets, gags, hood

Pinwheel, blades, needles - blood

Eggs, masks, floggers, cuffs

Rings, wax, wand, plugs

Pvc, latex, rubber

Lace, silk, body cover

Fucking machines and blindfolds

Fleshlights, sleeves and pretty dolls

Clamps, feathers, anal hooks

Suctions, tape, heels, dress-up

Crosses, wheels and spreader bars

Hog tied, spread eagled, five pointed star.

From the ceiling, on the floor

Master, Mistress, pet, whore

Tease, torment, gentle, rough

Aching body, holes stuffed.

Video taped, camera flashin

Its lights, camera, ready, action

Nervous? Hot? Like the introduction?

Come on in...

Welcome to the dungeon.

The words in this poem may ring true.

Because in a way, I'm talking to you.

Why do you find it so hard to call yourself beautiful? But you'll easily call yourself a whore.

You should know the things in you are wonderful. You need to love yourself more.

You think you're not adequate. Always putting yourself down.

Stop looking in the mirror, if you're going to wear the unjust frown.

Find the things you love about yourself and hold them up high.

How are you ever going to be happy, if you cant see yourself through others eyes.

Acknowledge your beauty and take care of it with pride.

I dont mean with make up and clothing. But the way you feel inside.

You see the same fault in others. And correct them with pretty words.

But the self disgust in you, comes to the surface and lurks.

Take your own advice and correction. Use it for yourself.

Stop with the flaw detection. And release the self lust you've withheld.

Love yourself wisely. You have the power to be confident.

I'd love to see you smiling. And giving yourself a compliment.

What bugs me about people, is they let things be.

Don't fight for their right or make others see.

Their insecurities getting the better of them and turning them into mats.

Other people take advantage and act like hungry rats.

We need a world where people will shout out loud,

If somebody's being mistreated, so that we can feel proud,

Of the way we take care of one another.

People duck and take cover

Yet we should be each others soldiers.

When somebody's crying, stand up and hold her.

What if it was your daughter, your dad or your son?

Would you expect people to stay silent? Hide away or run?

It doesn't matter who.

Protect the vulnerable beside you.