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The Whips of History - 2

Gentlemen, behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty, Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay learn your tasks as a shadow learns it's body and thus shun duress, and don't believe for a moment that you'll enjoy some escapade of freedom towards the Atlas Mountains like a fox on a rat hunt the Numidians and Turegs will either rape and kill you to break boredom or they will rape and return you to us for reward and clout, to prevent any confusion as to whom you belong to the tattoo of a sphinx above the letters L.A.M. will be your new birthmark obedience to excellence in labor shall be your trademark until the day is through, this is not a home for heros, nor is it a prison for those of desolate moxie wonder not what good your purpose is, the soul knows what must be, Wonder not what good your purpose is, the soul knows what must be, Junia, when you told me your womb was wealthy with new spirit a spring breeze played your hair and the youth of the sun spoke upon your pretty face warmly in my heart I heard horns of hope, feeling freedom's fire lift, I remember being a boy in Belgium playing proudly in the unclaimed crops and within the ancient forest before Rome's blades of battle found the soul's bone deeply my people were warrior farmers of creative zest loving liberty's crest, and you Junia, as a girl in Britannia were a princess of happiness we had no inkling of defeat nor imagined the weight of chains the slap of the whip and command of a cold crow were impossibilities, I want to take our lives back to that nobility of nature's instincts I won't allow our child to be born chattel of the Roman Boudreaux port of aristocracy, we will escape to the frontier where our love and independence have priority, We will escape to the frontier where our love and independence have priority, Does it split your heart to have been born a slave Vivian... I was not born a slave Dominus, I came forth from the unseen divine freely... Are you displeased that the gods allowed you to enter life in a yoke of shame... What is the body if not a yoke of passion and guaranteed mortality Dominus... The fruit of your Mother is the harvest of my household, by law, by force... I am the fruit of an inexhaustible desire to experience the heat of urgent existence... Manumission is a magnanimity that I want you to earn Vivian, to deserve liberty's kiss... Is my beating heart not currency enough... You are my prostitute of delicate domination, a self righteous seduction... I am a power of absolute lust, a business woman with a diamond cuff... Yes, and shall buy your freedom, and govern my brothel as Mistress Vivian... I will become a lioness that protects kittens and secures your interests... We will be the trustees of life's passions... J.A.B.

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/21/2016 4:11:00 AM

There is something so romantic and magical about the dream of freedom. Through a slave's eyes, it is to me, an almost incomprehensible aspiration. "I am the fruit of an inexhaustible desire to experience the heat of urgent existence..." memorable line there...what one must do to be free...all depends on how badly and how fiercely you want to live..that's kind of the message I am getting here...reading on, incredible poet! Always, Laura

Justin Bordner
Date: 8/22/2016 1:47:00 AM

There is a pure and resilient voice within every living creature that sings of passionate willpower, a need to create and influence the spirit of the world, and when we begin to sympathize with that song's instinct freedom becomes more and more of an irresistible instrument Laura. There is something so exhilarating to me, intellectually, and physically in that relationship between Vivian and the Dominus, something so seductive in their dialogue, that as I wrote it I felt a supernatural love...J.A.B.

James Inman

Date: 8/15/2016 6:51:00 AM

...a continuation of a great write Justin.

Justin Bordner
Date: 8/15/2016 2:41:00 PM

A continuation of History's hearbeat my friend...J.A.B.

Alexis Y.

Date: 8/10/2016 6:50:00 PM

Hi Justin, You have penned another well written piece on the topic of slavery.Such a bad part of history that still goes on in other countries. As a descendant of slaves it breaks my heart that people were treated like animals. Is this a book? I really your talented pen. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis

Justin Bordner
Date: 8/11/2016 1:44:00 PM

Continued...I like your question...what is the criteria for a book anyhow? I wrote The Whips Of History as a Heroic Crown Sonnet, a most challenging format. Essentially, the composition is an original series of visions I created through a meditative creative process, producing a very real glimpse into the multifaceted nature of slavery...J.A.B.

Justin Bordner
Date: 8/11/2016 1:34:00 PM

Technically slavery is an outlawed institution worldwide in the 21st century Alexis, although the vices and appetites that incited the practice remains active in many places through organized crime. Incidentally, slavery was legally practiced in Arab and African countries well into the 20th century. There is no shame in being a descendent of slaves in my view, in fact, I believe being so is quite inspirational, and motivating, and should give one pride to be living in America, where the abolition of slavery has been championed, and where opportunities abound for creating a very independent and productive life Poetess...J.A.B.