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	About OBAR I seek nothing but intelligent chat. questions? ask and I may tell you , NOTE: Some simple rules: I seek nothing but intelligent chat, If I show an interest in some one I will tell them, and I have, chat request are just that a request ,not a guarantee of communication, if I respond (which is rarely) consider this, I am NOT seeking an online any thing, Real Life is the only option, and even that can be a painfull lesson, some one asked Me this week , how do I write and I told them this "Writing is easy, you just sit down at a typewriter, open up a vein, and bleed it out drop by drop"

Ahhh the snow fell again today,, Where is My summer laffs

Long time gone but thought I would look in to see whats new ...(grinz)

I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.

My pen is the barrel of
the gun. Remind me
which side you should be on.

Marking a polished stone lay a powerful statue,
Made of the finest metal and covered with gold,
Wrapped in utter warmth when the skies are blue,
A beacon of nature and man when it is cold.

A casual brush of fingertips will reveal the name,
One forgotten in time and glory since conquered,
An arrogant, bold figure of history all the same,
A voiced cry, reaching the soul without a word.

The dark hair is remember'd no more here,
Acts of honor and virtue long gone to the grave,
Only fresh grass and pavement lie near,
A faint reminder of the free and the brave.

Etched lines of sorrow and thought line the face,
A sword lies tucked beneath a muscled hand,
As if ready to reach out and conquest the place,
With destiny left to dissolve into fine sand.

Plenty of people by this way in the afternoon,
They admire the love and knowledge of the evening,
Weep and shout with grief to the rising moon,
But in the shadows following they have nothing to bring.

A young woman of no special means comes forward,
Eyes widening at the majestic image of a warrior a while,
She leaves a kiss and a rose and departs with no word,
Just before the statue's solemn grin comes to a smile.

* To soar like an eagle *
* To float like a feather*
are just two ways I've heard people
say that love makes them feel
The times that I said " I love you "
I felt like a wolf seeing the moon
I feel like I have come from the darkness into the light of the moon
but could do no more...
I could see and feel it's light,
and yet...
never know it's touch or even its pure warmth
I merely know its affect on others
From where I was I could not reach it
but I could see the birds flying to it
Being so close to it and yet...
still to far.
Alas, all I could do was watch the others
See, feel, and absorb the light without me
Then when I look around and see no one
I finally understand,
I am truly alone......

Hey barkeep, another round, its gunna be a busy night

Comments worth posting:....As I read the profiles of people that seem to have some intellect, I am most always thrown back at one point . mostly when a submissive posts the rules of engagement for contacting them, Tell Me if I am wrong ( and I am sure that some one will try) isnt that just another way of "topping from the bottom"? I just find this additude humorist. Maybe they feel that the fantasy of temporary release of control is exciting. and if that is the case why not state that in there profile, Example: "wanted to be dominated of a few seconds of My life" .... any way just Mt thoughts for the day .. Be Well A/all

The death of hope is silent and slow
Its breath, in whispers, may call
To youth whose innocence afforded its glow
From spring through summer to fall

Its wake is solemn, attended again
By those who envied the fire
To scatter its ashes away to the wind
In a frenzy of selfish desire

They prey in tongues of deception
Away from the rays of the light
In the grays of human reflections
That stray from the reason of sight

Feigning instruction of wisdom
Seining the sands of the soul
Gaming of practiced precision
In sustaining their fortunes of gold

Hold fast to the heart of your vision
For as long as the wind has wings
Alas from the darkness unhidden
To bask in the light of your dreams

I am your Eighth Deadly Sin

If it's a sin to love,
Then I've sinned an awful lot;
I've hated when I should've loved,
And loved when I should've not.

Someday I'll try to figure out
Which class you should be in:
Did I hate when I should've loved,
Or is misplaced love still my sin?

When the nights get lonely, and there's no one else around...
And the whole world seems against you' trying to keep you down...
You need someone to hold you, and give you loving care...
Will you think of me wishing I was there?

When you need someone to lean on, a place to rest your soul...
And all of lifes little worries start to take thier toll...
When memories start to haunt you, and you see them everywhere...
Will you think of me wishing I was there?

When you feel the passion burning, aching with desire...
You crave a lovers touch to satisfy the fire...
All those intimate moments that only lovers share...
Will you think of me wishing I was there?

A true journal entry.

Woke up this morning with a true new feeling on life, all of the past has been washed away with the morning tide , there?s a bright new light ahead. Think I will go that way (laffs)

Safe travels to all

The chill has settled in on a cold spring's night

Thoughts of a past love drift into My dreams.

Her warmth settles in next to Me, touching My heart deeply

Her passion engulfs My mind and body revealing My true feelings for her.

I pull this memory closer to My body , My mind.

Wanting only to feel again what I do truly miss,

Her touch , her breath, her lips on mine,

Making Me complete for just a moment in time,

Passionate love was in order for this night.

Her lust and love for Me I feel so deeply , down to My soul.

I pull her closer and hold her tight, not wanting this illusion to end,

But alas this is only in My mind, this want I have, this desire for a woman in My dreams.

Reality sets back in and the room grows cold from the night air,

My heart hardens even more, darkens to the touch of this cold night.

I awake to the sounds of rain pounding on My window,

Yes a new day has begun and I am alive

Dare Me to dream and dare Me to live, Dare Me to love again.

We were ships Passing in the night, Our bows briefly touching, Bringing us delight. Love was our Captain, Desire our Second Mate, But pain was off our port, And mutiny was our fate. We met, we touched, we loved, We never said our last goodbye. Now my ocean's empty And I pray you never forget that there was no forgiveness. I will see the sun rise in the morning and smile , knowing that who I choose to love will be happy.

For a second I knew completion
So full I thought I'd burst
But despite all the false contentions
I forgot to fear the worst
For an instant I found my place
For the first time I belonged,
But in my desperate search for solace
I forgot how things go wrong
For a moment I felt perfection
Climbed so high I saw it all
But despite all the rejections
I forgot how hard it was to fall
For a while I knew an angel's touch
So perfect was the warm caress
So right that I forgot how much
it hurt to face the loneliness
And for a time I knew elation
In the bliss I was so lost
that harder came the realization
That happiness always comes at a cost
And so I walk alone again
The memories as cold as ghosts
Because nothing can equal the pain
Of losing what you love the most

waitress another round please and make it a double

Thought for the day :

Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us,

Maybe I am looking who knows

(laffs)

O

Watch as this tear falls into empty space See it fall into life's nameless place Can you see the sparkle as it catches the light That sparkle once was happiness that is no longer in sight As it falls watch it, its color has changed From blue to bright red, it has a wide range There it goes all alone, it continues to fall With it, it takes the emotion, the emotion of all Wait, can you hear it? A sob has broke free Has shook the lungs cold, but yet it continues to be Here it comes, a force has been built between the eye A wall of shear water, it's now time to cry A shudder, a scream, darkness envelops your soul The darkness of the night has taken its toll

How often we must bear the challenges of life; The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow; The constant ups and downs of daily strife. And always the question remains .... why?

Life is not an easy road for most; It twists and turns with many forks in the road,
Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...Do we turn to the right ... or the left? Do we take the high road ... or the low road? Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one?

Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction ...And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming. While standing at a crossroads in life,
The urge is to take the most comfortable path; The road with least resistance ...
The shortest or most traveled route. And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before; Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences;

Do we yet again follow the known? Or does our destiny lie in another direction?
The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real; It manifests itself in many ways, And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.

It is in these times of confusion, That we must seek peace and solitude;
Time to contemplate on our life, Our experiences and our choices past;
Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned Without fear or confusion.

For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts; Our unique past and personal history; The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face. We can always learn a small degree from others experiences, And yet ... no one person can walk in our shoes, Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private ...

For each is individual ... unique ... and personal.

And that is why ... while standing at a crossroads, Only "we" can formulate the decision for ourselves; The true direction that lies within; The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.

For it is only through personal reflection, That we can now choose our destiny;
... Our next adventure;
... And the future we will embrace.

Old, weary, fatigued have I become, forgetting the stars of youth, and forsaken by all until time ends; the time! the time, the time that makes you cry, that makes you hate, the time that is anguishing, the undeserving things I received, the things I never wanted to see, the time that burnt away stars by sea, where sunless years rolled by, and my sense of life faded away. Now I am an old man, blind and weary; what an unfortunate time! If only I were Rip Van Winkle, aging physically, but nay, it is an aging of the mind, an aging of mighty despair - what makes strong men tremble and high towers crumble, what makes the wind hesitate and breath choke, what turns victory to death. 'Tis mighty despair that stole hope from my heart; and the stars in my eyes that shone like the noon sun, that turned death to victory, and despair to hope; but I have been beaten and stunned, like the wind I have faded away; beaten to the earth, hurt very deep, mortally deep - so deep even an ocean can't match all the tears in my heart. I was once one of the mighty, indestructible, with ageless eyes, now fallen to the earth. So many people were born this day and only one has died.

a dream deferred
a life lost
how does one who has never been
love
pain convinces existence of its existence
forget sorrow
parting is just sweet
maybe the whoring wasn?t so subtle
why save a body
when so many have rushed to pimp the soul
who knew that blood and salt water
could form such indestructible links
no magician?s trick to
simply, subtly separate
chains beget chains
and those who most crave freedom
suddenly find themselves begging to be bound
the new software came out yesterday
it?s already obsolete
upgrading is impossible
for sale
bargain prices
last year?s model
slightly worse for the wear
not so user friendly
but unprecedented in reliability
remnants for sale, remnants for sale
doesn?t anybody want these
remnants for sale?
never again is so short lived
discount rates for round trip tickets
when hurt is your oldest friend
why make new ones?

bartender, another round please

life tosses many things My way, not sure way I am back. no one will ever know My true fellings again

Passion thrives on this island of Mine, Powerfull the feelings of two, Would I have it any other way? I think not, Fill My cup up again, let Me continue this forever

she touches My heart in so many ways, she has entered My life in a way no one has done before. it is said "Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." My soul is no longer lonely , silknsass has seen to that.

As this year ends I am reflecting on My past achievements and some failures , every thing I have done has been for a reason, I cherish the wonderful things I have and I do not regret any of the things I have done, in fact I am quite happy with the way this year is ending up. The path I am on will continue, the one I see will become deeper imbedded in My heart. Passion is in fact a powerful tool as is a firm hand and heart , as the end of the year draws nearer I know where I will be ? has been a good year ,,

Master's Creed

Above all else He cherishes His slave, in the knowledge that the gift she gives Him is the greatest gift of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.

He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that He may control others. As a stern and demanding Master, He can cause His slave to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, He will then kiss the tears away, without stepping out of character.

In times of trouble, a Master will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality.

To win His slave's mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, He knows He must first win her trust. He will show His slave humor, kindness, and warmth. He must always show her that His guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust His direction.

He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, He will fight for His lady's honor. He proves to her that He is someone she can lean on, and depend on.

When it comes time to teach His slave her lessons of obedience, He is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from His student. Never does He use discipline without a good reason. When He does it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.

He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him grows, so will they.

He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out of the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to him.

He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit, soul, and love. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them know that love and trust are the only bindings that truly hold........

OBAR 12/26/05

she consumes Me in days of laughter and nights of passion. You are the one that rests in My hand, and in My heart

sha has captured My thoughts as she warms My heart and soul. This is a good thing..

venez à moi la nuit

Should I question this feeling?

A concupiscence, that if unleashed, would Put mere thunder to shame,
A feeling that transcends any before! Do I dare contemplate its meaning? To gaze upon it, would be to acknowledge A potential of acceptance. Should I believe in the dreams? Receive the possibilities,
Give in to the temptation? Is it possible for old scars to heal? To become once more, Sound in body and soul? Would the exploration of the answer, Lead us to greater awareness? Open our eyes to a tremendous God given gift, that has been, Perhaps, just beyond our grasp? Can separate entities really be integrated? Become one, as in days of old? That would, indeed, be an Awesome thing to behold!
What if I were to share these meditations with you? Could you also be excepting in the potential? Would you be open to explore the significance of such a tremendous treasure! What if my ramblings are injurious to the concept of further investigation? Would then the potential be lost to chance? This is a risk I am willing to take,
The possibility of becoming, once again, a believer in Love and truth
is worth any adversity that this exposition of my inner self could reveal!

seems ther is fire for one in this heart of stone ;)

One of the great pleasures in owning a girl is listening to her. It is a great pleasure to become intimately acquainted with her expressions and thoughts, from the most casual and trivial to the most delicate and profound

le OBAR aime le merle

J'ai environ

J'accrois un jour plus affectueux par jour pour elle

'The Perfect Bondage' is said to be one Man and one woman, the complete Master and the complete slave/sub, ideal and perfect for each other's needs

I woke up this morning wanting something ;)

just incredibly amazing,

A heart has many doors,
each leading to different worlds;
behind each of the doors lie many secrets,
most of which will never be told. Although they wish to be told, the doors are locked tightly. The only key is the strength and will of that person; and sometimes the person is too afraid of what might happen if a door swings open, revealing one of their precious secrets. They never have the chance
to experience life, love, or dreams. They never really become alive.
All doors are eventually unlocked. Smiles

Here?s the question at hand, how does One find or choose what?s real from what is make believe? From those that portray them selves as honest and real from those that are plastic and fake, How many times will One take a chance only to find out its not real, only a fabricated fantasy the other leads them to believe, How do you do this?

Here?s My response: don?t stop trying, always take that next step, that chance, I do and hope they will also .

Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate

Someday in the distant future A memory will float upon you Like the whispering willows
Being tossed by the wind A thought touching you deep A memory to be longed for In her lost shadowed eyes That once showed you love Now the torment is gone Her life went on
Forgotten reasons Imprisoning her soul Remember her To your last breath For in the folds of her heart You have forever remained
Hidden in the haze of her reverie Stroking her stoned heart She feels no more sorrow
Just the warm soft glow The roads she has wandered Never revealed The person you never knew For it never will No promises rendered No dreams subdued No more warm stormy nights To capture her mood
Maybe you'll feel her Her scent burning in the night Recalling her touch While shadowed in moonlight She once had loved you
Holding you tight Now her shadowed eyes
Can forever haunt you in the night

Old, weary, fatigued have I become, forgetting the stars of youth, and forsaken by all until time ends; the time! the time, the time that makes you cry, that makes you hate,
the time that is anguishing, the undeserving things I received, the things I never wanted to see, the time that burnt away stars by sea, where sunless years rolled by,
and my sense of life faded away. Now I am an old man, blind and weary; what an unfortunate time! If only I were Rip Van Winkle, aging physically, but nay, it is an aging of the mind, an aging of mighty despair - what makes strong men tremble and high towers crumble, what makes the wind hesitate and breath choke, what turns victory to death. 'Tis mighty despair that stole hope from my heart; and the stars in my eyes that shone like the noon sun, that turned death to victory, and despair to hope; but I have been beaten and stunned, like the wind I have faded away; beaten to the earth, hurt very deep, mortally deep - so deep even an ocean can't match all the tears in my heart. I was once one of the mighty, indestructible, with ageless eyes, now fallen to the earth. but today I saw a light and I raise up once again .... watch Me sore

"Tears are not unbecoming to the soldier?The soldier is a man of deep passions, and emotion. Many men cannot even understand his depths. Do not fear your currents and your powers. In the soldier are flowers and storms. Each is a part of him, and each is real. Accept both. Deny neither."

The Goreans have a saying which, came to me in the
darkness, in the hall.

Do not ask the stones or the trees how to live;
they can not tell you;
they do not have tongues;

Do not ask the wise man how to live, for, if he knows,
he will know he cannot tell you;

If you would learn how to live
do not ask the question;
its answer is not in the question but the answer;
which is not in words;

Do not ask how to live,
but, instead,
proceed to do so. "

A sleepless night
Spent struggling
Through the meanders of my mind
In endless explorations.

Innumerable considerations
Scattered around
As stars in the sky
None with enough light
Of its own
But adaptable
In their interconnection
To show me the way.

The harmony of the universe
Confined for a moment
in the boundaries of my head
explodes in its beauty.

The thirst for knowledge
Has kneeled
At my need of sensations.

Bittersweet memories
Erase all the powerful thoughts
Leaving a proven soul
Sighing in an exhausted body.

The dread of the night
Has subsided
And a sudden warmth
Has overtaken me.
While the first sunbeam
Sneaks through the window
I remember how to sleep.

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