An Offering

An Offering

I kneel down

A supplicant to

The divine mercy

The cleansing fire

The holy pain

To be found in

The sacred falls

Of the lash

Please cleanse me

With every strike

Purge me of

Every unkind thought

Every suppressed word and deed

Everything I have swallowed

Everything I have suppressed

Before its birth into the world

Please cleanse this

Festering cesspit of emotion

Poisoning me

I kneel here

Offering up my pain

Offering up my anger

Offering up my pride

On the altar

Of all that I hold dear

To keep the peace and hold things together

And maintain what passes

…For my sanity

4/27/11

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I am what is affectionately known as a pain slut. Truthfully, I am a sado-masochist, which for me means, I like pain. I don't really care if it's my pain (though that is currently one of the safer options due to some impulse control problems I have spent years working on) or the pain of someone else. I abide by the general guidelines of Safe, Sane, and Consensual  in my more extreme play, though I tend to place more weight on Consensuality over the other two at times.

This poem gives a fairly accurate description of one of the ways I treat my own pain sessions. I don't get to indulge in them too often, though, which makes me sad. Even when done as a mental, emotional, and physical purging, I enjoy the hell out of it.

Holding Hope

Holding Hope

I hold the hope

That when you’re grown

You’ll know a world

That will be a

Little bit kinder

I hold the hope

That when you’re grown

Whatever you are

You will have your

Chance to shine

I hold the hope

That when you’re grown

You will not have to

Fear persecution

In any form

And I hold the hope

That before you’re grown

I will have done

Everything in my power

To make these hopes reality

4/27/11

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I don't yet have children, but this was written, not only for them (non-existent as they are currently), but for my nieces and nephews (blood, marriage, and adoptive). This is for my cousins and their kids too.

You all may see me start coming out of my little cave more, and trying to get information out about various social and political issues that are plaguing the world. We all have a part to play in making the world a better place. Education of ourselves and of our friends and family are key to that change. The exchange and debate of ideas and ideals are also key to that change. So, whether  you are right wing, left wing, or no wing, remember this: we all want a better future for the children in our lives.

I Found God

I Have Found God

I have found God

Yes, Me! I have found God!

I drive by Him nearly every day

And I have to wonder

How many have realized

That He is come…

He has taken a form

That no one would look for

Residing in the City of Sin

On a billboard near

The Sahara exit on I-15

4/27/11

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I should probably get a picture of the sign... 

Cheap and Easy

Cheap and Easy

Dressed up to the nines

Fitted designer everything

The gorgeous image is ruined

By the cheap heather gray sweatshirt and

Cud-like bubblegum chewing

Pop

Pop

Pop

Goes the illusion

4/23/11

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This is another observational poem from my recent business trip. The lady was fine, but the cud chewing and the vacant look in her eyes just turned me right off and inspired this poem. 

Lollipops and Butterflies

Lollipops and Butterflies

Cute little girl

In her pink dress and coat

Large buttons with flowers

Gnawing on a lollipop

The chewed ends

Of conquered sticks

Held tightly in her hand

Walking back and forth

While her brother

Shadow fights monsters

With brightly colored

Folding butterfly fans

4/23/11

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Watching these two play in the food court at the casino I was at just made me smile.