To Purchase The Moon

I sacrificed the sun
To purchase the moon
Working hard
From dusk to noon

But all you see
Is me locked away
Stuck in my room
Unable to play

I’m trading my time
For you to live
It’s the only thing
I’m able to give

I’m so sorry son
I know you need more
You need more of me
Of that I’m sure

I hate how this world
Forces us apart
I long for the days
I could apprentice you to my art

But that would just be
A different kind of pain
What if you didn’t want
To work in my same vein?

Thus my attempt
To lift you high as I can
I want you to become
A fulfilled and happy man

There is no right answer
Beyond a cry and a shrug
Other than to read you a nightly story
And depart with a hug

Just know I’m always thinking
Of you and your brother
I love you both
You two and your mother

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This poem is from the book, ‘Wage Slave, The Unpaid Overtime Edition’.

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The Cave

Once
When I was a young boy
You yelled at me

Objectively
It wasn’t much
But it was enough

That night
I built a cave
Inside my mind

One that overlooked
A lake
Whose water
Perfectly reflected
The beauty
Of the nature
That surrounded it

The cave was secret
And strong
And safe

The lake was still
And soft
And serene

I quickly learnt
To hide in that cave
And to gaze upon the water of the lake
Loosing myself
In the reflection
Of a false reality
Made real
By fear

You never yelled at me again
In fact
We never really spoke
At least
Not about anything that mattered

As you pulled away from me
I found solace
Sitting in the cave
Whose creation you inspired

I’d look at the lake
Wishing
You’d appear
Wishing you would
Say
‘Son, won’t you come swim with me?’

But you never came

Later
When I left home
You didn’t fight for me
You didn’t speak or even acknowledge
My absence

But you did leave a mark on my mind

That cave
Is now haunted
By the silent screams
Of the words
You left unsaid

And that lake
Still has ripples
From the rocks
We never thew
Together

The beauty of nature is obscured
By your indifference

And
I no longer
Have anywhere safe
To hide

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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i’m worth keeping

upon waking
i’m dismayed to discover myself already breaking
thoughts preaching
lights beaming
whispered voices that feel like screaming

i find myself fleeing
huddling in a corner
counting heartbeats
shallow breathing

i can actually feel my rationality leaving
whatever i was is now just dissociated dreaming

i long to find meaning
behind these tears now streaming
but all i can muster is passive disbelieving

i thought such pain was leaving
i thought i was a book worth reading
i thought by sharing and speaking
my days would be filled with more than just ink bleeding

time passes and i hear my kids pleading
they want their dad
not some broken mess stuck self-defeating

time to put on the mask and pretend that the world has stopped screeching
that my thoughts are no longer scheming
and that my pain is receding

but then they hug me and tell me i’m worth keeping
they jump and laugh with smiles gleaming
inviting me to play
requesting
repeating
a loving greeting worth receiving

the world softens
stuck turns fleeting
colour returns
that unmovable block retreating
tension releasing
light increasing
clear seeing

i hold them
and commit to continue proceeding
today was hard
but sometimes just surviving counts as succeeding

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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These Words

These words
Are such a limp expression
Of the rage
You’ve evoked
Within me

You cannot fathom
The pain I could induce
Were I to yield
The full weight of my mind
Upon the sole task
Of destroying yours

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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I Thought Of You Today

Erotica, R-18+

I thought of you today;
of us, together, in that certain way.
in the way that we like to play,
in the way that I make you obey,
and lay,
and say the way that you want to be treated like prey.

I thought of you today;
in my mind a constant replay,
of your smile and hip sway,
of your sensual ballet,
of my hand squeezing your airway
of how I make you pray,
screaming god’s name in a sinful display,
a pleasure and pain foray.

I thought of you today;
of how you guided me through my naïveté,
of how you made my sexuality okay,
accepting me in every way,
making each day feel like my birthday,
offering yourself the bouquet,
a free use getaway,
a mind, body and soul holiday.

I thought of you today…

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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Slow Or Fast?

Erotica, R-18+

Slow or fast?
I don’t need to ask

Nice or mean?
I just want to be seen.

You or me?
Take both greedily.

Pain or pleasure?
Perform at your leisure.

Give or receive?
No time for reprieve.

One or more?
Don’t you dare get off the floor.

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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Kink Duckling

Erotica, R-18+

i’m a kink duckling
imprinting myself
onto the first
sexy thing I see

if you
get me off
i’ll follow you
for more

but
this little duckling
is special
he can imprint more than once

eventually
it all becomes part of me
and I want to play
with most everyone

nylons
pain
rope play
toys

edging
exhibition
brattiness
bois

cnc
bimbos
tattoos
glasses

littles
sharing
eye contact
asses

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

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A Mirror

A mirror reflects differently,
Backwards, reversing your stare.
What's dark out here is light in there.

With pain on my face I look away.
Make it stop! Get rid of it, now! Today!

I peel away the face off my skin.
My mask is gone, the blackness glares, Tunneling further in.

Digging, chewing, boring its way deeper.
I fall to my knees, feeling hollow and weaker.

The bridge in my dreams,
Becomes the place I take flight.
This is where it ends,
Now, this night.

Bound and restricted, both heavy and light.
My mind and body have all but lost the fight.

Will a light come to save me?
Or forsaken will I remain,
Alone and insane?

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This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’

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BRAT

Erotica, R-18+

Sucking his dick
whilst he’s on the phone.
Getting off on his attempts
to stifle a moan.

Going faster,
making him stutter.
Going deeper,
he’s melting like butter.

He pushes you away,
you hold on tight.
Hands around his waist,
you’ll win this fight.

He wants you to stop,
he wants you to keep going.
This is an important business call!
You just shrug and keep blowing.

He covers the receiver
and calls you a brat.
Tells you in no uncertain terms,
you’re in for a stern chat.

But that’s not now
and he’s about to blow.
You decide to edge him,
you decide to take it slow.

He shakes his head
and pushes your head down.
You started this honey,
so let’s not clown around.

You take him all the way
using your tongue as well.
He cums down your throat,
now you’re excited as hell.

The call is over
and now you’re bound.
Listen here brat
it’s your turn to be pound.

There’s nothing you can do
you’re reaping what you sowed.
Now you’re on the edge,
your man has slowed.

It lasts for hours,
repeatedly taking you to the brink.
He’s so fucking good,
you can barely think.

It’s both pleasure and pain,
a beautiful torture.
At last he takes you,
at last you merger.

He ends with a warning,
don’t you dare do that again.
But you both know you will,
it’s how you stay sane.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

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Sacrifices

I wonder if
On the day I finally
‘Make it’
I will regret
The sacrifices
It took
To get there

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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