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The curious tale of love

She goes out

He stays home,

She likes to play

He like a to know,

They love each other

Of this they both know,

They both feel

In joint control,

Her desires high

His are low,

He let’s her go

She will always

Come home,

With tales of nights

He loves t to hear,

He glad she finds

The pleasure she needs,

She likes that he

Sets her free

And likes to hear,

How she gets freaky,

To few understand

Neither care,

They both enjoy

He’s willing to share,

He feels secure

Within himself,

He does no get jealous

He has her heart,

She loves him more

Than anyone else,

He has her heart

She’ll never leave,

Though it may

Seem strange to us,

They like to share

The lust, the love,

It works so well

Good luck to them,

That their love

Is so strong

For this arrangement,

She dressed to thrill

Short high dress

He smiles at her appeal

Knows she will get

Just what she needs

Just another night

He is so pleased.


Love under will

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She was in love under his will,

he determined everything in her life,

how to look and dress,

how to act and what to say,

she thought that he knew best,

he treated her as if he owned her body, mind and soul,

to be fair she got off on being taken and controlled,

she was in love under his will.

He used and abused her

acted out all his fantasies,

on what he thought a woman should do

and exactly how to please,

he got her doing things

he knew other women may never do,

he kept her on a short lease

and would never her let her loose

and although I think this unusual

and that she should surly try to break free,

she would simply smile and while ignoring me would say

‘That I am in love under his will’.


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Not good enough

He released her

far to easy,

he said she ‘wasn’t good enough’

can you believe this,

she was finer

so why undermine her?

he was nothing to write home about himself,

he thought he was god’s gift,

thought he was amazing

but if he had a crystal ball to gaze in,

he would have seen

how she would grow,

how she would flourish in ways he could never know,

hampered by ego

and disrespect,

this man could barely take a step

without looking like he was clueless,

now free of him I hope she does not rue this,

lucky she was to get away.

This man was playing a stupid playground game,

thinks he can do much more better,

truth is he is nothing but a lecher

and one day he will see her again,

and he will realise what exactly got away

and if he tries to get her back,

she will tell him

‘your the kind of stain I should not let back’

and as she shines a light

and sparkles with delight

he will have to live with the regret of what he lost

and that through his own stupidity and disrespect

he will have to pay the cost,

of having lost out on a being far more beautiful

than he could ever dream of being,

now released and free

she is flying high on wings of filigree,

lighting up the lives of all she touches

a wonderful enchantress of humanity.


Via Daily Prompt: Released


Love beyond others thoughts

Don’t let others determine your ways

We can and should do things our way,

We can come together in an emotional display

And love each other in our unique way,

Sharing the love, the heat, the intensity,

We can be loving so immensely

And love unconditionally,

Irrespective of what others say or believe,

We need to love continuously, deeply,

We need to love beyond the thoughts,

Of what other people think.

What’s the solution

We live in a society

Where people are crumbling down

And they barely make a sound,

There are people living out there rough on the streets

They have no voice to speak,

There are others working each day

Struggling in all ways ready simply to break,

What’s the solution

Do we need a mental revolution.

There seems to be so many people

Psychologically hurt,

By life and barely able to breathe

And so many others disintegrating

What’s happening to human beings,

So many have lost sight of their identity

Don’t know even what gender to be.

What’s the solution,

Do we need a mental revolution.

I find for one, that we need to hold on

And stop grasping for things that in life,

Don’t really matter, that are illusory

That seek to define who you are,

Feminine or masculine

It matters not,

We are a combination of both of these things,

Your identity is not what others see or perceive,

It’s what you are within

And you have to know that yourself

And learn to love that,

Knowing your perfect yet flawed,

That duality is not hypocrisy

You can be both and more,

We need to focus our living on going within,

Stop seeking external pleasures

And we need to stop expecting so much,

Stop putting too much pressure upon ourselves,

What’s the solution,

Do we need a mental revolution.

Life should be lived in the present moment it’s true,

Don’t let the past ever define you

And don’t worry what the future will bring

What happens will happen in truth,

Just live to be kind, caring and share,

The love, the peace and the light,

Find comfort in mindful meditational bliss

And you may find life easier in which to exist,

Whats the solution,

Maybe we need a mental revolution.

River visit

I visit the river to annoint myself in it,

To baptise and cleanse my soul and being,

To allow it to wash over and through me,

The river is my saviour

It is my purifying salvation.

As I feel the riverbed of silt and stone

Shift beneath my feet and slowly bury them,

I feel the power of the currrent

And surrender to the river,

As I bathe alone,

I let it carry me on meandering journey

Through tranquilty

And a voyage of self discovery,

On my own

And as I float

I grow.

It’s all absurd

Everybody knows it’s absurd

Nobody’s impeccable with their words,

People repeat the same old tired trite

While neglecting others rights,

They just keep on about material gain

And when things go wrong they’re never to blame,

It seems life has become twisted this way

It’s a fake society that’s on display.

Selfies, fake tans, fake body image

Work on the body

But not on that mind,

Instagram picture of the perfect succulent behind

But pretty fucking vacant within the mind,

This seems to have become the sign of the times,

Where inspirational thinking,

Blows everybody’s mind

In a world where everybody seems to be blind,

To the issues in the world happening today

And many say my poetry don’t sell today,

Because it’s far to much of a rant and rave

But actually they are love poems in their way,

Because they speak from a position of love,

About the earth and humanity today

And how it’s all heading towards decay

And that we should recognise this as our shame,

For we’ve only one planet so let’s protect it today

And we’ve only this life now so let’s define it in a way,

That we can be proud of when in our graves,

Waiting for reincarnation to come and take us away,

To play a different role

In a different game,

In another universe faraway.

Punk rocker

Punk rocker

I have always been a shocker,

No one expected me to be

A punk rocker,

But I love the music

And I believe in anarchy.

Punk rocker

I love the styles

And the coloured hair,

And punk rockers

Always care and share

Punk rocker,

Are always friendly and kind

But this is not how they are always perceived

But we just love being free,

Subverting in the name of anarchy

Living in a subvert city,

Stirring things up revolutionary

Trying to get others to open their eyes and see,

Living in conscious reality,

No God’s or masters ruling me,

Not in my punk rock anarchy belief.

Speak my mind

Could I express myself any more clearly ,

when I say to you that I love you dearly

but you are doing my head in with your mindless chatter,

just focus on the things, that really matter.

Stop being distracted by material bling,

stop thinking of monetary things,

it won’t make you happy or your life complete,

shut up please I would really like to sleep.

Focus on reality not on illusory things,

always be benevolent, compassionate and endearing,

share the love and find, the inner peace

and maybe then all the stress and worry may cease,

just be my friend, because you are my mind

but like anything you need training to define,

just want I want to be in a spiritual life,

just live a life in virtue and live it right.


Via: Daily Prompt: Express

Profligate lifestyle

We live a profligate lifestyle

One of reckless waste

And we wonder why the earth is in such a bad state

We must live more considerately

We need to be more impeccable

With all the words we use

And the thoughts we think

And the way that we live.

Live with open eyes and conscience

Live with consideration

Being careful of annhialating

Everything that’s good on this Earth

And within the universe

For we are spirits of another realm

He’re to understand and learn.