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Dirty Little Secret
Hidden. Pushed to the back of the drawer. Only opened when you see fit.
I see a glimmer of light, then stuffed back into the darkness.
A commodity.
A collectible.
You have dreamed of me, but you will wake up when I open my mouth for something other than your cock.
I am a stepping stone for you until you find the one.
The one with blonde hair and an effortless elegance. The one who radiates light.
Do I encase the darkness? Or is that only what you wish to see.
‘Nobody else knows this side of me’
Am I that side?
Is it a privilege to know the real you?
Or a sacrifice, because nobody will know the side of you that keeps me.
Your words dont pierce my bubble.
They linger outside, you wait to see if I will swallow the letters you throw at me.
But they mean only what I decide.
And I show you only what I want you to see.
I want to be seen. Admired. Loved.
And I know you do.
You see me bound and gagged.
You admire how much pain I can take,
You love how I kneel before you, always eager to submit and please.
I am a vessel for you to unleash your darkest desires.
The perfect toy.
Limited edition, crafted only for you.
That’s me.
When apocryphal bedlam spreads its crazy pinions
Fake news holds court in the newspaper's dominion
Incessant lies convert to self-righteous 'truth' in print
I light a fire with a fact check stone cold sparky flint
Surely I respect pluralism and free speech for everyone
Search for opinions and do not object well put clever pun
But when evil misinformation threatens valid certitude
I wish the evil propaganda would be null and void and mute
Yet what can I do I'm just a humble poet with a tiny quill
Can shout from nanoscopic roof tops or the window sill
Reach deep into a shallow ink pot with my fountain pen
Cannot compete though with the glitzy giant liars' den
I won't bow to how the big shots misinform and cheat
Challenge crude populism and reject unopposed defeat
Call out to fellow writers' voice to heed the call of obligation
Will not be handcuffed or straightjacketed within my narration
Honesty holds virtue and ethos can be clothed in rhymes
Rhythm dash meaning and figures speech onto the lines
When right becomes so very wrong duty is to write until
I'm bound and gagged knowing the skewed battle is uphill
04th April 2020
she binds her own hands
keeping her true self away from herself
shuts her mouth tighter than a refrigerator door
nothing oozes out, or hints to her feelings
she is as closed as I am eager
I want her to unbind her hands
I want her to open her lips
and speak her heart
but it is not to be
she keeps herself bound and gagged
taking her heart hostage, not allowing it to breathe
revealing nothing of her emotions
closed and terrified, living a half life
this is her choice
no one can unbind her hands
no one can live her truth
or follow her heart
if she is determined to remain bound
[Verse]
Fear leaks out my pores
stinging as it rolls down
running on and on
I turn my head around
And I see
You’re still chasing me
So I run on
I run on
[Verse]
Dread crawls up my spine
claws reach down my throat
crushing me inside
until I choke
I try to hide
to turn aside
but I don’t
no I don’t
[Chorus]
I run away then back again
I can’t stay but here I am
My choices are not made by me anymore
since I became yours
I’m chained to you
I’m bound and gagged
I try to scream
You pull my strings
and I lay down
I just lay down
[Verse]
There’s no way out…only through
I see a light shining from you
I won’t close my eyes anymore
I start swimming to the shore
I am safe
I am free
no one pulls my strings
You gave me peace…
[Bridge]
And you gave me bravery…
you gave me hope
You gave me the keys
you cut my ropes
now I have a life
I can be proud of
because you gave me love!
You gave me Love!
You gave me love.
You gave me love.
Watching as you
glide into apathy’s arms,
and collapse
listless and wondering
in awe of emptiness.
As your hands lay open
mine are bound,
our words of hate
hang from barbed wire,
string out,
fluttering,
like the miles of fur
on a rabbit proof fence,
separating us forever.
We passed
into other lives
now as strangers,
and when meeting,
our smiles freeze,
sharing the memory
of what our destruction
wrought.
In this spectrum
of now,
we share nothing,
and everything,
but the canyon
grows to swallow
all that was good.
Once we touched,
and I was a chalice
forged in your flaming palms.
Once I sampled the essence of you,
consumed by,
and addicted to,
the drug of you.
And….once,
I felt completion
with you.
Look at you now!
Remembering,
and wishing
my hands unbound.
I see you sneak glances
from the emptiness,
always knowing…
Pride will win
In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
They cry out to be saved
By a darkness they did not birth
But even as they reach out
Their hands are cut off
And they're bound and gagged
And mutilated on TV
Leaving us all with red stained hands
There isn't an innocent left
Leaving nobody with moral superiority
Let me paint this picture with clarity
The flowers are dying in the fields
Because we refuse to water them
And when they begin to wilt
Some laugh and say it's their own fault
So let's go ahead and call it
America is divided by a black curtain
Those in power do nothing
And those without power can do nothing
At least that's what they think
The power was always in our hands
To find it we simply need empathy and courage
To face the black curtain descended
So that we can defeat the cowards who do nothing
And we must remember
Those who spread hate are not victims
Whether it was yesterday or today
And at the seat of presidency
Is the great proprietor of evil
Setting morality back decades
And common sense back centuries
And every Christian sheep following
Is just another Nazi in hiding
Just those who would allow the next Holocaust
But we've already witnessed the slaughter of democracy
And the public hanging of righteousness
America is not the guiding light of freedom
It has become an evil empire
Corrupt from the ground up
And we're the flowers wilting in the fields
Crying out to be saved
The monster carried a copper saber in his left hand, giving me a fright.
He was slashing an imaginary foe with a bronze sword in his right.
Upon closer inspection I saw this skeleton’s all-knowing green eye
For a pirate who was long deceased, he was definitely a scary guy.
I stepped out of the way and watched him run another through.
The guy gave a gasp, collapsed, and fell into a funk of solid blue.
Skeleton pirate heard my gasp and hissed “My name is Hank!”
Within seconds he was making another child walk the plank.
The child was bound and gagged, so I jumped into the water too.
It was the most gorgeous ocean, with ribbons of periwinkle blue.
The child was grateful to be saved, and told his story to the police.
I tried to back him up, but it did not work. He introduced himself as Reese.
(not really, but just wanted
to get your attention.)
Thus "NOT FAKE," but
poetic quasi true anecdote
infused fictionalized
by this ole goat
with prevarication
to enliven of no note
characteristic, and certainly
not worth quote
ting - for any future
reference material, imp poet
tent to sketch a biography
of one otherwise tote
tem mick drab existence,
that happens
moost would vote
as exhibiting blank pages,
which means no ghost
for me life story needed since
no words needing tubby wrote.
thus the crux of foraging
into how the missus
snorts in her sonorous way
the one repetitive sleepy tune,
that doth not
warrant a veejay,
nor and thespian to reenact
a zonked out spouse from
exercising at the
Y.M.C.A. today,
but each increment of time
imposes additional wear
and tear on the body electric,
thus no place...(except...
Swiss Side or
Willoughby), to runaway
from senescence process
so one must savor
to the maximum propinquity
of each moment
analogous as if one received
money for their
existence as being payday
before day of reckoning,
which could occur any
minute, hour, second...
with no noway
opportune time will
provide any leeway,
especially for those
ping folks immediately
at ground zero, where
husband or wife
kept awake from partner
mercilessly growling drones
hell bent on then simply jay
ping, when agent provocateur
awakens only to find
themselves bound and gagged
unable to attend the
Scottish celebration of hogmanay.
Fear leaks out my pores
Stinging my eyes as it rolls down
Running on and on
I turn my head around
I look again and I see
You're still chasing me
And I run on
I run on
I run away then back again
I can't stay but here I stand
My choices are not made by me anymore
Since I became yours
I'm chained to you
I'm bound and gagged
I Try to scream
You pull my strings
And I lie down
I lie back down
Dread crawls up my spine
Claws reach down my throat
Squeezing me inside
Until I choke
I try to hide
To turn aside from you
But I don't
I don't
I run away then back again
I can't stay but here I stand
My choices are not made by me anymore
Since I became yours
I'm chained to you
I'm bound and gagged
I Try to scream
You pull my strings
And I lie down
I lie back down
There's no way out.. only through
But now I see the light
because of you
Because of you
I am at peace
I am free!
No one holds my strings
I'm not alone anymore
You gave me a voice to sing
You gave me…bravery!
You gave me…hope!
You gave me…the keys!
You cut my ropes!
You gave me a life, I can be proud of!
You gave me….love!
You gave me love.
You gave me…
LOVE!