Best Enslaved Poems

Lock me in a tower,
tie me to the bed.
The secrets that
you whispered,
play inside my head.

Tell me
Again,
you want me.
Show me,
HAVE NO FEAR!

Please!!
I beg....
Touch me,
More!
Like that,
Right here.....

Somewhere far away
On a moonless night,
torture me,
endlessly....
I promise,
I'll pretend to fight....

Fine is the line 
between pleasure
and pain.
Punish me
with ecstasy,
strip me of...

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"Prays of The Enslaved Soul" (3/26/09/42yrs)

So small, no one can see
just a blackish, ink mark were my soul should be 
tearfully waiting to be what i want to be 
to  move on to greener pastors (pastures)  
spilling out the inter me, calling out...

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The monitor beeps,
      With each caged breath,
      And labored heartbeat.

Snow piles in drifts, cars crawl with fear,
      December outside,
      December in here.

Candle wax drips, telling...

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Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race....

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(INSPIRED BY 12YEARS A SLAVE)
LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!!!
Has become the new beat!
Red carpet to the streets of London
her name you scream!
Shows still rattles on  
on her
about her
Elle  
Drum
Tabloids...
Everyone want a piece of her.
The new flavor of the old school!
 
Centuries later
after decades of bondage...

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Trapped as a servant,
Running away from torture;
In hope of freedom....

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You hate me because of the color of my skin You loath me so when will The Strife disappear 
He wished me enslaved, this is how you behave 
Some 300 years ago we were a tool an animal 
Cannot articulate the hate 
Never understood...

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Hive mind 
behind.
Recognize 
the sign.
A different train
to align.
Travel alone.
Taking time.
Beware,
riptide.
Changing clime.
Soon,
hunters blind,
won't hide,
what they want.
What you have,
inside.
Nothing sacred.
Secrets.
What's had,
confide.
Divulge 
what's missed.
No sanctum
clarified.
Transparency 
will be
verified.
One man
island,
rarified.
Forcing narrow,
they preach
the wide.
Actions
justified.
In turn,
hang
the spy.
Freedom
rescind.
It's all
a lie.
Clipped wings.
Our Eagle
no longer
can fly.
This guy
reveals truth.
Traitor label.
Media
to fry.
Populace 
blind,
rejected.
Lines fade.
Time comes
to choose
a side.
Apathy...

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I went astray for 654 days 

I knock on the door that I'V seen before

As I await for an answer I quickly re canter. 

He wont love me like did before. 

He opens the door and I turn a round

The look on his face, He...

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The saying goes,
“Money makes the world go round”
and yet as I step onto this adult plane
as the initiated guest that I am,
I have come to learn
how false these six words ring,
for it is not money that purports to be
the cause behind
the revolution we see,
but instead...

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Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
 This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing...

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My pureness has been taken, My heart has fully awaken

I was used and abused, I was hit hard when I pulled the wrong card.

I fell in love from a relationship made from above. You fooled me you tricked me.  You put
a sward right through...

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11/10/10

How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.

Then here come the marketers-that with
Others...

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I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses 
     and a single melancholic thought 
would never arrive at a story of reality sought.
I wonder if my imagination works well
for people whose brains...

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I want you to hear my melody 
but i can't write
the right love song for you 
I want you to open up your heart to me
but i can't make the words make sweet love to you 

my heart is pouring out
my love is also real
I'm...

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