Saturday, December 4, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Green Dragon. Crimson Eyes.
mind racing
emotions chasing
heart pounding
rush of blood sounding
Don't ask, cuz I don't know why
I wanna punch someone in the eye
tired, restless,
horny, breathless
wishing, hating
thinking, pacing
calm, turmoiled
stoic, embroiled
call contact. end call
stay home. hit the mall
go to sleep. stay awake
starvation. wake and bake
warmth and comfort. raise the walls.
"Damn, I love you." "Bitch, suck these balls!"
one coin. two sides
Green dragon. CRIMSON EYES.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
To The one Who Warns..
I took it upon Myself to not say anything to the people who asked about what happened. I thought I was being a man about My shit, but apparently I wasn't. Doesn't matter - apparently the "truth" made it out, huh? One correction that kinda DID bug Me though... I was NOT the one who posted that collar pic. I followed someone else's feed, and chose to comment.
But all that is beyond the point. I just wanted to thank You for letting all and sundry know that I am no good - now I can concentrate on the things that are actually more important to Me. Which is what I have been doing, if You actually care to know. Iron sharpens iron - there are positives and negatives that We both will take from this, You said it Yourself.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Survival IS Key...
Martin Lawrence said to "ride this motherfucker until the wheels fall off." What do you do when the engine falls out first?
Friday, June 25, 2010
DILLIGAF?
And for those who REALLY know Me, you know why I feel this way right about now...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Disciplinspiration
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Blank Pages
Blank pages, blank canvases
Perfect space for My greatest creation
With patient strokes, My opus is made
Slow turns of the wheel, My Venus is shaped
Greatness cannot, will not be rushed
My muse is a hard taskmistress
Helping Me take My work to new heights
Carved with cat o’nine, and Dragon’s tongues
Written in blood, sweat and tears
Sadistic Shakespeare, Dominant Descartes
A disciple of the “Daddy Discipline”
Going in new directions that others seem to shun
Following tangential thoughts through to the end
No museum will show My work – it is not for public praise
My work is for My delight, to be enjoyed until the end of My days.
10:08 p
5/11/10
Monday, March 15, 2010
More Haikus
your wildest imaginings...
Daddy's in control.
2-18-10
A favorite of U/us both
Daddy's hand to flesh
2-18-10
keeping you where I want you
your pleasure is Mine
2-18-10
Fuck-music playlist
All night, "Don't Stop," begging Me
I choose to comply.
2-18-10
Let that go. Daddy's got you...
your external strength.
2-18-10
Those who know just accept Me
as I am. Daddy.
2-18-10
so to support and improve
O/our relationship
2-18-10
Why? Just to be disciplined.
sado-masochist?
2-18-10
keeping the real world at bay
with My love's true strength.
2-18-10
wrapping you around My middle
My "secretary"
2-19-10
there is also kinky love
and W/we are Legion.
2-19-10
you have special status here
within Daddy's reign.
2-19-10
My nerves steel in readiness
becoming Daddy.
2-19-10
Monday, March 8, 2010
My Pen Cries Too...
Couldn't get this damn song out of My head... I relate to it for reasons that only some will understand, but I needed to share.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Some people hide
I have been gone from most people's radar for a little while now... I just wanted to interrupt the regularly scheduled blogging to let those who care know that I am still around, just doing a bit of inventory and reorganization... I may BE hiding, but I have good reasons... I will be back shortly with a few new pieces...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
"Poker Face"
betting more than you can afford to lose
because Karma WILL call in your marker
and there is no emotional "gaming commission"
chasing the hand you think you'll get
instead of playing what you've been dealt
pocket aces, chasing the full boat
that bitch Karma's got four-of-a-kind
but when you've got the royal flush, go all in
ride that motherfucker 'till the wheels fall off
watch your tells, play your cards close
and even in a showdown, the pot is yours.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Disastrous
Trying to gather thoughts that fly like the wind
A microcosm of macro proportions
Tornados of the mind, earthquakes of the heart
Tsunamis of lust
Blizzards of heartache to be braved
In the hopes of finding the rare treasure of My affection
Of being in the warmth of My protection
Safe from the landslide of lies and distrust
The acid rain tears of insecurity wearing down your self-esteem
Many ice ages have left glaciers around My hibernating heart
But hibernation is not death, only so near as to be easily confused
The only question is…
Are you sure you want to try?
2:51 pm
1/22/2010