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mindfucked
do you want me to mind fuck you
you bad bad girl
i told you to do some thing
but it is not done as it should be
so i asked you
do you want to be mind fucked
i know you rather me spank you
or whip or cane you becouse it is over
and done with so you would think
but i think i'll let you mind fuck
your self by not saying a word
but instead by just looking at
you with that look you know
the look i mean to don't you
the raised eye brow lip in a snarl
like I want to yell at you
but instead your going
to mind fuck your self
becouse i wave you off and tell you that you
have displeased me and when you go to speak
i just hush you instead to stew in your mind
Donald Oleary
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jaded
i have become jaded
wearly of the seach
for that perfect slave
not the perfect slave for every one
but the perfect slave for me
seaching day in and day out
talking forever talking
listening and listening
but never hearing
what i need to hear
till you came in oh little one
in the timber of your voice
i heard a musicacil note
that called out to me
and as you spoke i listened
i could hear the pain
in your voice of a broken promis
but also the hope of a new begaining
as we talked the days flew by turning in to nites
nites back in to days
the feeling of being jaded
soon started to leave me
and in my mind i had found the perfect slave
who in due time and with my training
who was train to suit me
would last a life time with me
either hers or mine but a life time never the less |
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Watching Me
I see your Eyes watching me
As I sleep at nite with such
burning passion
Yearning to be with me
to share my love of life
to finally share our hearts as one
being together not as two
Seperate halfs
but as one whole being
to think the same thoughts as one
one to begin and one to end
that same thought |
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deaths ride
Death rides a pale horse
out of the miidnight sun
he comes forth looking for a soul
to take his place not knowing his
own name giving at birth
all he knows is the hunt for that one soul
the soul who will set him free to finally
sleep the long sleep he feels is his by right
to sleep in endless oblivion
he wails out his anguish and like
the four winds you hear it
deep in the night
cats wails and babies cry
to hear the anguish
on the four winds
asking the fates where he can find
the soul that will set him free
as she who weaves the patten of life
on the great loom helps him not
as she only shakes her head sadly
lookiing at what she weaves and
what life she has cut out of that patten
nor would chronos keeper of time
living backwards from old to new
from death to birth tell him
as death wailed his anguish
forever looking not knowing where |
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what if
You ever wonder what it would be like to live a different life than the one you have now, or how, if you took the left hand fork in the road of life instead of the right, how your life would be or turn out. The what if's; like what if I had no kids, or for those of you who don't have kids, what if I did; or if I finished schooling or not. I think it is the what if's in life that make it what it is. We are what we are by the very paths we choose to walk down, the forks we choose to take, and the knowledge we gather along the way that make us who we are, and what we are, and that you need to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with any one else. Then the friends we choose to make we can truely call friends. To those who choose to call me friend I give you mad kudos, and to those who don't, all I have to say is it is your lost not mine. |
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If I die tomorrow what do I leave behind ?
this was some thing i wrote in june of 2005
I woke up this morning and learned that someone I know, her father had died and it set me to thinking. If I died tomorrow, what would people have to say about me? What did I leave behind for people to remember me by? Did I even leave something behind for them to remember me? To begin with, was I a good friend? Someone you could count on in a pinch, or to lend a shoulder to cry on, fun to be around or was I a pain in the ass? The one,that when you saw coming, you said to yourself, "Oh God! Here comes so and so," and try to walk the other way. It is up to us how we want to be remembered and what type of legacy we leave behind us,long after our bodies have turned to dust. I say, live every day like it is your last, and treat every one the way you want to be treated. Hug a friend, share a drink, put a smile on someone's face. If you have famliy, call to say I love you, because you never know when it is your last day. So leave a good part of you with everyone you know. I would like to think I'm going to live until I'm in my tripple digits, but you just never know. So, to all my friends, I'll say now, I like you, otherwise I would not call you friend, and may we have a long and heathy friendship. Hoist up that glass we call life! Enjoy the drink of life and let's drink it slowly so we can enjoy it! |
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Leaves
two leaves caught in a
whirlwind of feelings
tossed about by the winds of fate
intertwined in other peoples lives
wishing for the wind to subside
so the we can settle down
to feel out what we feel
for each other
to know where we stand
alone and apart or side by side
on the tree of life
if not as friends and lovers
then at least as friends |
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The Long Sleep
to sleep the long sleep
the sweet sleep of death
embracking the cold sleep
as you would a warm lover
looking in to the tunnle
waiting to get a glimpse
of the midnight sun
as it sets for the final time
on a life filled with love and joy
sorrow and dispair
all the things in life
that we just take for granted
once we take the long endless sleep |
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Sea Of Love
Candle lights flickering on the sea of love
I stand watching young lovers singing words
Of endearment as red roses pass hand to hand
and the older couples sway in time
To the sweet sounds that float
on this sea of love |
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wounded pride
Yes I'm the man with the wounded pride
left at the alter by my bride
but alas i weep with joy as the man
who get's to keep his toys
for she is now gone and forgotten
but new toys i have gotten
now i roar down the street
being chased be the heat
in my shiney new toy builted out of steel
doing 180 at the wheel
listening to the music
as the black rubber squeals |
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Weep Not For Me
The time is ending and i must go
I must say my goodbyes as the light
Slowly fades to darkness
My life was full and the journey long
But at last I come to the end of the road
With a smile on my face and a song in my heart
Weep not for me as I have lived
Loved and learned through out my life
And though I'm by no means rich
nor was i ever poor
Not even when my pockets were empty
For a full life is worth more then gold
And this my friends and family
You will learn in time
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as yet untitled
sitting here thinking about you and the collar
that I have finally managed to put on your heart
making you mine and me yours
in a way the outside world will never fully understand
the bonding that goes so deep that our souls intertwine as one
the flames of desire burning
out of control
yet still in control at the same time
as you give me
your self to do what I will with you
I give you me to mold in to your true master
to show me your inner self as i show you mine
so we will know our wants and needs too
be able to act on them to bring us to the heights
we both need to soar to |
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Red hills of Mars Green hills on Earth
Silver Pathways in between shining stars and
blue moons seen though my third eye
my minds eyes ever open yet still clouded
to the worlds around me thoughts on paper
words on tape at long last it starts to take
shape my eye starts to uncloud and i start
to see those places that others dreams of
those far away places that only
I the bard can see though my third eye my
mind's eye |
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