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The Whips Of History - 1

This whip is a relic of war
an instrument of severe education, 
come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar,
it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention,
feel it's supple weight, the simple fright,
I use jasmine oil to keep it alive with impact
is it not the most gorgeous braid, three feet smooth and tight
come now don't pout, it is the cord of our compact
run your fine fingers over it's raven silk,
this braid of hair belonged to a Queen
her name was Ariella, her defiance was thick
see how her scalp covers the handle clean
I had lion nails sown to the end so you learn from the hit
I will beat you with it, choke you with it, and love you with it,

I will beat you with it, choke you with it, and love you with it,
like Ariella, you are my captive now, my precious property
and I will destroy you if your heart is unfit,
if I even sense ingratitude or pondered treachery
like her Avia, you will weep unto Azrael's wings
Egyptian law and custom grant to me this measure
but let us not frown and fret over penalties and harsh things
the Pharaoh gave you to me as a gift, a breathing treasure, 
you and I shall become close as love to law
I will be the law of exchange
you will be the love for life without flaw
and together we will honor the business of bondage, 
those pyramids on the horizon stand on the knowledge of sacrifice
your beauty Avia, will survive in the legend of Goshen's price,

Your beauty Avia, will survive in the legend of Goshen's price,
When I arrived in Hispania the smell of Roman cruelty was in the sunshine
disembarking from the ship we passed an abominable masterpiece
a man with his face skin split, peeled down, crucified upon an X on the shoreline
above his head was a sign that read...I have assaulted Rome's authority...
I was in Carthage in '46, twelve years old when the legions of Scipio came,
before Hannibal cut his wrists, looking at me with death wet in his eyes, voice hoary,
he said...Mathos, make an empire of your heart...I ran to defend my Mother's name,
I've been pickin' these silver veins almost a decade without a fix
after arriving from Sicily they had me run the water wheel
the mine master couldn't believe my stamina, said I ran like the river Styx
eventually I had to walk deep, to where silver and sulphur make you kneel,
I've seen men perish in the pits, basket boys buckle dead as fumes crept
brutality is in the very bedrock here, within the law insanity kept,

Brutality is in the very bedrock here, within the law insanity kept,
What do you know about honor and campaign
you're just a goddamned butcher of chickens and pigs gut swept
I was a galearii of the ll Legio Parthia when the whole world wanted us slain,
I've butchered and built in defense of Rome 
along Hadrian's wall, in the Rhineland and in Parthia's dry plains,
I led the rally of camp slaves in 217 that staved off the cataphract storm
when all we had were some caltraps, short swords and rusty chains,
the Prefect of Antioch awarded me a gold phalerae chest disk,
you might be a freeman but I'm a traveler of Rome's eagle,
yeah, I'm just a State slave for baggage trains headed towards an imperial dusk
where the march goes on to Jupiter's bloodbath renewal, 
remember this freeman, within every heart there exists a whisper of cowardice
yet it are the truly noble whom rise to death with confidence, 

Yet it are the truly noble whom rise to death with confidence, 
I knew from the moment I bought you from your bankrupt Father
that you'd become a precise killer, an armored angel of fatal chance,
it was tragically obvious that he cherished you but had four more, a farm and your Mother,
I needed to convert the rage of your abandonment into ruthlessness
to cultivate a sharpened hate, a taste for glory, my athlete of terror,
in my school you learned the spark of steel and lethal finesse
within the arenas Decimus you became a legion of one, exact, fury's victor,
you've taught the Roman world how to cheer for the lonely conqueror
and tonight my gladiator,  amid the light of a thousand torches
in a full capacity colluseum it will not be men but beasts that you will encounter
six starved lions will be chained loosely near six ceremonial arches
commemorating six centuries of triumphs, you'll be lathered in bull's blood to attract their frenzy,
slay the symbols of captivity and you'll be set free,

Slay the symbols of captivity and you'll be set free,
look here you Teutoni shewolf
you had better summon an unsalted seduction for the buyers to see
lest you be sold to some pig pimp in the Dacia district where life is ugly rough,
your pompous pouting won't last a day in the cheap chambers,
in five minutes your body will be on the auction block
and don't dare speak unless you wish to be blinded by pain,
charm some cock out there and just maybe you'll be bought high end,
listen woman, your life is about to change real fast
either you're gonna die soon in a disease ridden dump,
live on for who knows how long in grueling grinding misery
or perhaps, you'll live decently as the mistress of a sensitive patron
you have the power to influence this outcome, tempt intensely,
Gentlemen, behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,

J.A.B.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/21/2016 3:55:00 AM
Justin..wowow!!! Awesome work(: I am reading through this in awe. You are really putting history to life - this is so very exciting to read. "remember this freeman, within every heart there exists a whisper of cowardice yet it are the truly noble whom rise to death with confidence" I love those lines...I can only imagine the life of a slave in that age- brutal, honest advice is surely called for... colorfully portrayed... Always, Laura
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Date: 8/21/2016 6:33:00 PM
Throughout the Ages, the institution of slavery has claimed many men, women and children, yet history teaches us that many slaves led lives of virtue and honored noble obligations Laura. The line you quote reminds that you may command a person's station in life, even own their body, yet that does not mean you own their courage and soul. When I wrote that line I knew it honored the spirit of this epic Poetess...J.A.B.
Date: 8/15/2016 6:44:00 AM
Justin a fascinating piece. Well written and extensively researched. The first stanza was both disturbing and memorizing.
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Justin Bordner
Date: 8/15/2016 2:37:00 PM
Yes, indeed James, there is an alluring ruthlessness in the opening of this epic. Thank you for appreciating my dedication to historical accuracy...J.A.B.
Date: 8/8/2016 6:43:00 PM
Hi Justin, So far so good. You have penned such an intriguing story. It's a well written historical piece. I must adimit I must go read it again before I move on to the next chapter. It's good to see you posting again. I missed your talented pen. Great job. A Big seven:-) Alexis
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Justin Bordner
Date: 8/9/2016 1:53:00 PM
It was very important to me to write an historic composition for humanity on the nature of slavery Alexis, the inspiration manifested like a divine mandate in my heart to do so...J.A.B.