The Creeper ( A Tourtured Soul )

The Veil of a Submissive ( Cry of Ecstasy )
Suspended in time and space
Sight not to be seen
The void waiting, waiting to consume Its next victim
Breath extinguished, from sinister thoughts
Perspiration oozing, trickling down
Down the exposed pathways of this heavenly Receptacle of pleasure
Pleasure arrived by the tremendous pain
Pain oh glorious pain, the prescription, yet to be filled
Filled by the hand of a Master , filled with with honor
Out of the abyss of silence , slicing the waves, void of sound
The long awaited sting, followed by the sharp crack
The Vessel shakes, but holds ground
Time after time with the rhythm of a thoroughbred down the stretch
The Master, the Craftsman , the Artist of untold pleasure
Injects his potent measure, to ease the Vessels lament
Fractured and leaking the sacred nectar only derived from pleasure
Knees weakened, the Vessel shudders and goes limp
As the long soft talons of electricity rip and tear the formerly
Delicate veneer of the pristine Vessel
It crumbles at his feet
Satisfied, the Master kneels to the ground
Gathering the residue left from the task at hand
The Master use his soul to bond the Vessel
To restore it
Just to fulfill its desires again

Poured through the Vessel of Time
As i walk outside and the cold wraps and embraces me
Plunging my mind back to the cold lonely moments in my life
The loneliness that has been an all to familiar friend
Taking my breath away as it has my joy so many times
Leaving me full of despair, The empty void in my heart
Waiting to be filled
The agony of the pain inside my soul, Why are you here again
Oh yes, you long to thrash every glimmer of light
Light that warms and lifts my heart
Heart longing to consume love so rare
Love that will never stray, Love that is always there
There to bring peace and comfort, release the torment from within
With in my essence is a complicated tangle of feelings and thoughts
Thoughts of you holding my hand
Hand in hand we travel through the corridors of life
Keeping each other from such woeful strife
Oh my Lord can this be true
Is there such a love so divine, love where hearts intertwine
Twisted and knotted together till the end of our time
Time is so precious, not guaranteed
I no longer want to feel this pain, so i humbly plead
Plead that my love will not fade in vain
Yet it will be scooped up in the hands of an Angel
Loved and cherished by someone who looks past
Past the my short comings
And just loves me, I long to be set free
Hope you have a great day
Wolf

Picking Up the Pieces:

we are all fragmented,broken,crumbling around the edges,or just have come to pieces all together.we leave a little here and a little there or some times just a big pile.it is hard to pick up and put yourself back together ,especially by yourself.no matter your circumstance one thing is true. A friend in need is a friend indeed. now the very nature of life prevents us from being all things to all people. as i have read your blogs and profiles i realized a couple of things. we all need help and the other is the point of this entry.

Friends. one friend is your broom,to gather your pieces, one is the dust pan, to store them in ,one is the board to display your pieces,another to help arrange them,and another is the glue.so see we dont have to be the sole saviour ,but we can be a vital part of the whole process.no matter your role,be satisfied you helped acheive the goal: putting the pieces together.

Wolf

Writting has always been a passion a necessity of life for me. It is a way to release the things inside of me. Offensive to some at times , but it is my Right. The course of life we take leads us down long and twisted roads. Sharing is the way i straighten my path. Misunderstood by most that know me, not able to grasp what i have seen and done. I no longer fear the mind of the weak and feable who will not explore what is locked away inside them, as i once did. I am free now to follow that which is in me. No more do i worry about the trivial things that are placed on us by a society that does not have a clue about the freedom this life offers me now. My spirit guide is the WOLF, it was bestowed upon me at birth. A dominant and fierce protector of those in his pack. A gentle soul to those loved and cherished. Ask me what you will, but ridicule my answers and see the teeth bared. Offensive or defensive i can be both. Fair warning is now given , and the splendor of what lives inside me i will glady share with you. Passions of the flesh and the peace of heart are the forces that drive me . Caress my mind and i will let you into a world many will never know. We all have a beast within, do you dare to embrace yours? Fear not what you become, for you leave behind what has held you down. We all must go through a rite of passage like it or not. Are you ready to accept what it brings. Food for thought from an old, but wiser man

Blessings to all,

Wolf