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CHOSEN
In the late hours
I find myself
Sitting here
Wondering
What’s going through your mind
I question
If that fine line I’ve danced upon
So many times
Has created
Some sort of subliminal chaos
In your eyes
Am I too much for you?
Do you resent me
For the way I’ve made you feel
And all these things I do?
Do you wish
You never knew
The real me
The things I see?
These things I bleed?
Safely nestled in the notion of
A perfect stranger
Your beautiful life
Uninterrupted
Do you ever wonder
Why I've chosen you?
The pen book and candle sat patiently by
awaiting arrival of news
Their master of writings ,no longer exist
The gamble of death made him lose
There was nobody home, as he penned down his feelings
An unfinished poem lay-ed aside
His expired date came so unexpected
He died as his heartbeats subside
The dust has collected,
the second hand's stopped
No longer will his works appear
The words once were flowing,
now cease to remain
with future creations concealed
The hands of time turning ,it's pages reminding
Your book of recorded events
The fading recitals, will come to a end
Leaving memories of your loved descents
Nice guys finish last, as they always say... I'm a nice guy, and have been sucker punched a few times and learned my lesson. I'm still a nice guy, but the difference now is that I'm very clear about what I want and need, I won't settle for less, and I communicate those needs clearly. I have limits on what kind of woman I'm even attracted to, there has to be much more than looks (which are not all that important), and she has to be centered and aware enough to have a meaningful dialogue about not only BDSM, but life in general, and to convince me that she is real, sensitive, and willing to be open and honest from the beginning. If a woman wants to be treated badly outside of BDSM play, I'm not interested - doesn't work for me What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate. Someone else to catch this drift. And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred spirt who shares the veary things that complete me i believe in TOTAL trust, open communication, ultimate respect, and a sense of humor open mind
"I cannot tell if what the world considers 'happiness' is happiness or not. All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I seem them carried away headlong, grim and obsessive, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction. All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness. My opinion is that you never find happiness until you stop looking for it."
Don't blink.
I want to touch you as if time had stopped.
Don't breathe or move.
Don't scream.
It might hurt you when the whip clatch.
Don't sigh nor moan.
The feeling is said to be caught in slow motion
I could never tell.
It felt like we rushed through our emotions
Straight to heaven while searching for hell
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