Tag Archives: pain

(new) Lace and pain.

out of place.
frilly lace her saving grace.
mundane complaint;
freedom is as thin as a…
layer of lace.
can’t wait to berate.
it’s the dominant trait.
the Dominant’s slave
is brave to crave pain.
refrain.
abstain.
lace and chains.
bend for the cane bitch,
you will be trained.
bend for the cane.

(new) Daddies Little Girl

Let’s play a game of shame and pain
strip and whip her til she screams my name
hot wax splash from the candle aflame.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl.
tie her up and hold her down
a sock in her mouth to drown the sound
show daddy the pictures, he’ll be so proud.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl.
foreplay roleplay all night all day
i can’t hear what she’s trying to say
and it makes no difference in any case.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl…
Daddies Little Girl enjoys this twisted world.

(new) heart of the clown

the heart of the clown
is oft upside down.
he hides his hurt
with bursts of madness
to conceal the sadness
that he feels within.
he paints his grin, thick.
we all know it’s a trick
like a bald man with a wig
throwing midgets out of cars
a reprieve from his scars,
painted tears that never fall from his face
are his one saving grace in that place.
the big top won’t stop for him to cry
no matter how he tries,
so he hides his eyes in a custard pie.

123. (new) Bliss Is Short-lived

bliss is short-lived
in this material realm
take what you can
and give aswell.
treasure your pleasures
for as long as they last
try not to regret or forget
you are made of your past
i can’t be arsed, i’ve lost my mask.
my face is revealed, unconcealed
love will congeal if you let it.
even if you don’t.
i’m getting off this throne.
future is unknown
so treasure your pleasures
live them as if they’re the last
to come past.
but don’t drown them with your deeps
your fears and lack of sleeps
for bliss is short-lived.

68. walks in dreams

Have you seen the sort that walks in dreams
Forever walking, always screams, never talking
He cries the pain of the knowing with deep foreboding
He cries at the sky for most of the night
Vanishing outta sight before first light
Only to return at the next full moon
He had left his loved ones far too soon
Not knowing now what next to do
He rises from his heap of rust, every dusk
To continue his quest
His search won’t stop ’til he can rest
Can’t take a break to eat for his body forever sleeps
Since his car hit the bar blocking the way
Protecting the church for their pray day.

60. worker bee

i feel contained, and yet free
we are slaves, worker bees
i wanna be a nomad
wander this earth
jump on my board
and ride the surf
but it all takes money
of which i have not got
i have no change in the penny pot
wake up eat go to work go to sleep
wake up eat go to work get some sleep
i’m throwin myself overboard
danglin’ on a chord
i am not what i thought
i thought i was me
i am a nobody

Whispering female: “nobody’s perfect.”