10/21/20 Gorean Language
Gorean Language no better time to learn then now!!
the “Language” is the common tongue of Gor...with several related dialects or sublanguages...it helps to hold together Gor’s many diverse parts...if you cannot speak it...you are commonly considered a barbarian...Gorean is considered a strong language but that can also be supple and beautiful...those of Ar are said to have a gentle...liquid accent....there is also an accent that differentiates the High and Low Castes...though some of the higher artisan castes speak with an accent close to the High Caste...there is also an archaic form used mainly by the Initiates called Old Gorean...Physicians also keep their records in Old Gorean....other languages also exist on Gor including those of the red hunters...the red savages and the natives of the southern jungles...the Priest Kings and Kurii also possess their own languages
in Gorean script...the first line is commonly written left to right and the second line from right to left...this continues in an alternating manner...thus...you must read and write even numbered lines backwards...it is said to be read and written “as the ox plows” Gorean may be printed or written in cursive script...each city usually has a recognizable style of writing...certain letters though have been generally standardized for legal and commercial purposes...there is also a shorthand form of script...Goreans capitalize more nouns than we would in English...context usually denotes when a Gorean noun will be capitalized...in the Tahari region...though they speak Gorean they use a different system of writing called Taharic
The Gorean alphabet has twenty-eight letters including: al-ka (“a&rdquo ba-ta (“b&rdquo delka (“d” shaped like a triangle) eta (“e&rdquo homan (“h&rdquo ina (“i&rdquo kef (“k&rdquo mu (“m&rdquo nu (“n&rdquo omnion (“o&rdquo kwah (“q&rdquo ar (“r&rdquo shu (“s&rdquo tau (“t&rdquo sidge tun val altron...the last four letters are not explained in the books so it is only guesswork as to what they may represent. Sidge, likely derived from cuneiform, may represent “c” Val could represent “v” Altron may represent an “l” sound. There are nine vowels in Gorean, four of which have been identified. There are two “l” sounds and one of them is rolled “W” exists only in words of Earth origin....many letters have a variety of pronunciations depending on their linguistic context. unfortunately...a complete alphabet is not listed in the novels
illiteracy is common on Gor...especially for those of the Low Castes...literacy usually follows caste lines...the High Castes tending to be literate...but...some Warriors are illiterate or pretend to be as they do not feel Warriors should be so...other warriors are very proud of their literacy but...illiteracy is not taken as a mark of stupidity...many Goreans also possess remarkable powers of memory...as children...they learn a variety of mnemonic devices to train their memory retention skills....many poets and singers remember their works and never put them down on paper...music is never written down either...it is simply memorized and passed down from teacher to student...in addition...many Goreans play Kaissa without the use of a board...relying on memory alone
Words
the following are some selected Gorean words and their meanings...the meaning of some of these words was never explicitly stated so guesses have been made in a couple areas...this list is not comprehensive and just includes a number of useful or interesting words
1. “Ai, Aii, Aiii”==variously spelled...this is a word of exclamation that at times means “yes” and at other times may be an exclamation of surprise fright or acknowledgment but...this is not a word in the Gorean language...it is simply English slang...this is verified by consulting Norman’s three books of the Telnarian Histories...those novels do not deal with Gor but they do use the word “Ai” in the exact same way as it is used in the Gor novels
2. “Aria”==a word of possession for Ar may be translated as “Ar’s” or “of Ar” For example the phrase “Viktel Aria” can be translated as “Ar’s Triumph” or the “Triumph of Ar”
3. “Aulus”==flute
4. “Ax”==this word is the same in Gorean as in English
5. “Bana”==beads of great value like gems or a string of pearls a slave would rarely wear these
6. “Bara”=belly
7. “Bina”==slave beads; cheap beads of little value usually on a necklace
8. “Canjellne”==a challenge
9. “Civitatis”==of the city of “Civitatis Trevis”==of the city of Treve
10. “Con”==from
11. “Da”==here
12. “Dar”==holy priest
13. “Delka”==delta of a river
14. “En”==first
15. “Fora”==chain...plural==fori
16. “Gor”==Home Stone it means the same thing in all the languages on the planet
17. “Har-ta”==Faster
18. “Ho”=common prefix indicating a lineage...the word “Ho” is also used almost as a form of greeting or attention getting in the books....but in that context it is not an actual word in the Gorean language...it is simply English slang...this is verified by consulting Norman’s three books of the Telnarian Histories..those novels do not deal with Gor but they do use the word “Ho” in the exact same way as it is used in the Gor novels
19. “Hrimgar”==barrier
20. “Kaissa”==this is a generic term for a game...but often refers to Gorean chess
21. “kajira”==female slave...plural=kajirae
22. “kajirus”==male slave...plural=kajiri (This plural also refers to a group of mixed-sex slaves)
23. "kan-lara=slave brand “Kan-lara Dina”==dina slave brand
24. “Kara”==turning
25. “Ki”==indicates a negation the word is usually translated as “not” this is not the general word in Gorean for “no”
26. “Ko-lar”==collar (Some claim this is not truly a Gorean word...there is a single passage concerning this word in slave Girl of Gor...the Gorean word is not pronounced the same as the Earth word “collar.” it is pronounced the way “ko-lar” is spelled...the words “kajira” and “kan-lara” seem to indicate a preference for the “k” sound in such words. This would lend some support to the acceptance of “ko-lar” as a valid Gorean word)
27. “Kosis”==disease
28. “La”==Multiple meanings depending on the context...may mean “who are you?” “You are?” “I am” This is the feminine version
29. “Lar”==central
30. “Lar-Torvis”==The Central Fire, the Sun
31. “Lesha”==leash
32. “Lo”==Masculine version of “la”
33. “Mira”==my
34. “Nadu”==kneel
35. “Nykus”==victory (This is derived from the Greek word “nike” which has the same meaning)
36. “Or”==Ten
37. “Oralu”==Thousand
38. “Orlu”==Hundred
39. “Pagar”==Pleasure
40. “Rarius”==warrior"Rarii"=plural
41. “Sa”==daughter.
42. “Sa-Fora”==Chain Daughter...a slave
43. “Sa-Tarna”==Life-Daughter...the staple yellow grain
44. “Sa-Tassna”==Life-Mother...meat...also refers to food in general
45. “San”==one feminine is sana
46. “Sa’ng”==without
47. “Sa’ng-Fori”==without chains freedom or liberty
48. “Sar”==king
49. “Sardar”==Priest-King
50. “Se”==second
51. “Ship”=this word is the same in Gorean as in English
52. “Sula”==may mean either “back” or “prone”
53. “Ta”==to
54. “Ta-Sardar-Gor”==To the Priest Kings of Gor...a toast (This is sometimes seen online as “Tar-Sardar-Gor" but “Ta” not “Tar” is correct)
55. “Ta-teera”==slave rag
56. “Tasta”==the founding...the start or beginning
57. “Tor”==light
58. “Tor-tu-Gor”==light upon the Home Stone the Sun most common phrase for the sun
59. “Torvis”==fire
60. “Tu”==two meanings: First, you are Second upon
61. “Urth”==This is not a Gorean word...it was never used in the books...there is no known Gorean term for “Earth” Simply use the term “Earth”
62. “Var”==This has three meanings first a resting in months...second a turning in directions Third, “what is”
63. “Veck”==possibly means “stand” or “awaken” (This is never clearly defined in the novels but from its context either of these two might be the definition)
64. “Verus”==true
65. “Viktel”==triumph
Common Phrases Word Concepts and Gestures
1. The Gorean word for “stranger” is the same as enemy
2. The Gorean word for “mountain” refers to a mountain of soil, stone or ice...there is no difference to Goreans as to the makeup of a mountain as to call it something different...an iceberg is simply a mountain of ice
3. The term “we” refers to only a group of free persons....a single free person with many slaves would not refer to his group as “we”
4. “Hail (followed by a name)” is a form of greeting reserved for experts and champions at some activity...a Master Player Tarn Racing Champion...Master Swordsman or Ubar would be greeted in this manner
5. “Tal” is the most common greeting and is usually accompanied with the right hand raised to shoulder level...palm inward...facing the body...this signifies that the person being greeted is not considered an enemy...the gesture shows that the hand is devoid of any weapon...as slaves are not permitted weapons...then this salute would be ludicrous...as slaves must also respect all Free persons...they cannot consider any to be their enemy...thus the salute might even be considered an insult to a Free person...thus a slave may use the word “tal” as a greeting but they would not accompany it with the hand gesture...the gesture would be for Free persons only
6. “I wish you well” is a phrase of farewell.
7. “I ask your favor” is a phrase equivalent to “please”
8. “Tonight let us drink wine” is a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the future are cast into the hands of the Priest-Kings
9. "Gorean applause" most people would do this by a quick...repeated striking of the left shoulder with palm of the right hand...Warriors...if they had their weapons...would instead strike their spear blades on their shields
10. "Gestures for silence" either holding a finger across the lips...or you can do it by touching the fingers twice lightly to the lips
11. "Universal gesture for trading" gesturing as if taking something from a buyer and giving something in return
12. "To blow a kiss in the Gorean fashion" you brush it upward with your fingers.
13. “Share our kettle” is an invitation to a dinner...usually a Low Caste dinner.
the “Language” is the common tongue of Gor...with several related dialects or sublanguages...it helps to hold together Gor’s many diverse parts...if you cannot speak it...you are commonly considered a barbarian...Gorean is considered a strong language but that can also be supple and beautiful...those of Ar are said to have a gentle...liquid accent....there is also an accent that differentiates the High and Low Castes...though some of the higher artisan castes speak with an accent close to the High Caste...there is also an archaic form used mainly by the Initiates called Old Gorean...Physicians also keep their records in Old Gorean....other languages also exist on Gor including those of the red hunters...the red savages and the natives of the southern jungles...the Priest Kings and Kurii also possess their own languages
in Gorean script...the first line is commonly written left to right and the second line from right to left...this continues in an alternating manner...thus...you must read and write even numbered lines backwards...it is said to be read and written “as the ox plows” Gorean may be printed or written in cursive script...each city usually has a recognizable style of writing...certain letters though have been generally standardized for legal and commercial purposes...there is also a shorthand form of script...Goreans capitalize more nouns than we would in English...context usually denotes when a Gorean noun will be capitalized...in the Tahari region...though they speak Gorean they use a different system of writing called Taharic
The Gorean alphabet has twenty-eight letters including: al-ka (“a&rdquo ba-ta (“b&rdquo delka (“d” shaped like a triangle) eta (“e&rdquo homan (“h&rdquo ina (“i&rdquo kef (“k&rdquo mu (“m&rdquo nu (“n&rdquo omnion (“o&rdquo kwah (“q&rdquo ar (“r&rdquo shu (“s&rdquo tau (“t&rdquo sidge tun val altron...the last four letters are not explained in the books so it is only guesswork as to what they may represent. Sidge, likely derived from cuneiform, may represent “c” Val could represent “v” Altron may represent an “l” sound. There are nine vowels in Gorean, four of which have been identified. There are two “l” sounds and one of them is rolled “W” exists only in words of Earth origin....many letters have a variety of pronunciations depending on their linguistic context. unfortunately...a complete alphabet is not listed in the novels
illiteracy is common on Gor...especially for those of the Low Castes...literacy usually follows caste lines...the High Castes tending to be literate...but...some Warriors are illiterate or pretend to be as they do not feel Warriors should be so...other warriors are very proud of their literacy but...illiteracy is not taken as a mark of stupidity...many Goreans also possess remarkable powers of memory...as children...they learn a variety of mnemonic devices to train their memory retention skills....many poets and singers remember their works and never put them down on paper...music is never written down either...it is simply memorized and passed down from teacher to student...in addition...many Goreans play Kaissa without the use of a board...relying on memory alone
Words
the following are some selected Gorean words and their meanings...the meaning of some of these words was never explicitly stated so guesses have been made in a couple areas...this list is not comprehensive and just includes a number of useful or interesting words
1. “Ai, Aii, Aiii”==variously spelled...this is a word of exclamation that at times means “yes” and at other times may be an exclamation of surprise fright or acknowledgment but...this is not a word in the Gorean language...it is simply English slang...this is verified by consulting Norman’s three books of the Telnarian Histories...those novels do not deal with Gor but they do use the word “Ai” in the exact same way as it is used in the Gor novels
2. “Aria”==a word of possession for Ar may be translated as “Ar’s” or “of Ar” For example the phrase “Viktel Aria” can be translated as “Ar’s Triumph” or the “Triumph of Ar”
3. “Aulus”==flute
4. “Ax”==this word is the same in Gorean as in English
5. “Bana”==beads of great value like gems or a string of pearls a slave would rarely wear these
6. “Bara”=belly
7. “Bina”==slave beads; cheap beads of little value usually on a necklace
8. “Canjellne”==a challenge
9. “Civitatis”==of the city of “Civitatis Trevis”==of the city of Treve
10. “Con”==from
11. “Da”==here
12. “Dar”==holy priest
13. “Delka”==delta of a river
14. “En”==first
15. “Fora”==chain...plural==fori
16. “Gor”==Home Stone it means the same thing in all the languages on the planet
17. “Har-ta”==Faster
18. “Ho”=common prefix indicating a lineage...the word “Ho” is also used almost as a form of greeting or attention getting in the books....but in that context it is not an actual word in the Gorean language...it is simply English slang...this is verified by consulting Norman’s three books of the Telnarian Histories..those novels do not deal with Gor but they do use the word “Ho” in the exact same way as it is used in the Gor novels
19. “Hrimgar”==barrier
20. “Kaissa”==this is a generic term for a game...but often refers to Gorean chess
21. “kajira”==female slave...plural=kajirae
22. “kajirus”==male slave...plural=kajiri (This plural also refers to a group of mixed-sex slaves)
23. "kan-lara=slave brand “Kan-lara Dina”==dina slave brand
24. “Kara”==turning
25. “Ki”==indicates a negation the word is usually translated as “not” this is not the general word in Gorean for “no”
26. “Ko-lar”==collar (Some claim this is not truly a Gorean word...there is a single passage concerning this word in slave Girl of Gor...the Gorean word is not pronounced the same as the Earth word “collar.” it is pronounced the way “ko-lar” is spelled...the words “kajira” and “kan-lara” seem to indicate a preference for the “k” sound in such words. This would lend some support to the acceptance of “ko-lar” as a valid Gorean word)
27. “Kosis”==disease
28. “La”==Multiple meanings depending on the context...may mean “who are you?” “You are?” “I am” This is the feminine version
29. “Lar”==central
30. “Lar-Torvis”==The Central Fire, the Sun
31. “Lesha”==leash
32. “Lo”==Masculine version of “la”
33. “Mira”==my
34. “Nadu”==kneel
35. “Nykus”==victory (This is derived from the Greek word “nike” which has the same meaning)
36. “Or”==Ten
37. “Oralu”==Thousand
38. “Orlu”==Hundred
39. “Pagar”==Pleasure
40. “Rarius”==warrior"Rarii"=plural
41. “Sa”==daughter.
42. “Sa-Fora”==Chain Daughter...a slave
43. “Sa-Tarna”==Life-Daughter...the staple yellow grain
44. “Sa-Tassna”==Life-Mother...meat...also refers to food in general
45. “San”==one feminine is sana
46. “Sa’ng”==without
47. “Sa’ng-Fori”==without chains freedom or liberty
48. “Sar”==king
49. “Sardar”==Priest-King
50. “Se”==second
51. “Ship”=this word is the same in Gorean as in English
52. “Sula”==may mean either “back” or “prone”
53. “Ta”==to
54. “Ta-Sardar-Gor”==To the Priest Kings of Gor...a toast (This is sometimes seen online as “Tar-Sardar-Gor" but “Ta” not “Tar” is correct)
55. “Ta-teera”==slave rag
56. “Tasta”==the founding...the start or beginning
57. “Tor”==light
58. “Tor-tu-Gor”==light upon the Home Stone the Sun most common phrase for the sun
59. “Torvis”==fire
60. “Tu”==two meanings: First, you are Second upon
61. “Urth”==This is not a Gorean word...it was never used in the books...there is no known Gorean term for “Earth” Simply use the term “Earth”
62. “Var”==This has three meanings first a resting in months...second a turning in directions Third, “what is”
63. “Veck”==possibly means “stand” or “awaken” (This is never clearly defined in the novels but from its context either of these two might be the definition)
64. “Verus”==true
65. “Viktel”==triumph
Common Phrases Word Concepts and Gestures
1. The Gorean word for “stranger” is the same as enemy
2. The Gorean word for “mountain” refers to a mountain of soil, stone or ice...there is no difference to Goreans as to the makeup of a mountain as to call it something different...an iceberg is simply a mountain of ice
3. The term “we” refers to only a group of free persons....a single free person with many slaves would not refer to his group as “we”
4. “Hail (followed by a name)” is a form of greeting reserved for experts and champions at some activity...a Master Player Tarn Racing Champion...Master Swordsman or Ubar would be greeted in this manner
5. “Tal” is the most common greeting and is usually accompanied with the right hand raised to shoulder level...palm inward...facing the body...this signifies that the person being greeted is not considered an enemy...the gesture shows that the hand is devoid of any weapon...as slaves are not permitted weapons...then this salute would be ludicrous...as slaves must also respect all Free persons...they cannot consider any to be their enemy...thus the salute might even be considered an insult to a Free person...thus a slave may use the word “tal” as a greeting but they would not accompany it with the hand gesture...the gesture would be for Free persons only
6. “I wish you well” is a phrase of farewell.
7. “I ask your favor” is a phrase equivalent to “please”
8. “Tonight let us drink wine” is a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the future are cast into the hands of the Priest-Kings
9. "Gorean applause" most people would do this by a quick...repeated striking of the left shoulder with palm of the right hand...Warriors...if they had their weapons...would instead strike their spear blades on their shields
10. "Gestures for silence" either holding a finger across the lips...or you can do it by touching the fingers twice lightly to the lips
11. "Universal gesture for trading" gesturing as if taking something from a buyer and giving something in return
12. "To blow a kiss in the Gorean fashion" you brush it upward with your fingers.
13. “Share our kettle” is an invitation to a dinner...usually a Low Caste dinner.
10/20/20 4 Simple Things
i come to you today to beg for the privilege to share four simple things that have made me successful in being pleasing these to some...will not be new...for great minds think alike...but i have noticed that they have escaped the attentions of many a slave girl...i do promise you...they work! i have relied on them often and not one of them has failed me
1. use notes about a Free’s to list how they like things...remembering what a person likes...or various facts about them will show them that you care...you don’t need to limit this to Free either...though that should be your priority...you can use this trick to warm up to other slaves as well
2. be nice...it’s a simple concept and should come easily to any real slave...compliment people...say supportive things empathize with them...you don’t need to lie or kiss ass...and frankly...when you do...we all know you are doing it and you look terrible...instead...focus your compliments and support on things that are positive about the person you are conversing with
3. own your RP...do more than para RP the serving of a horn of mead! para RPs like that are insanely boring...and you are seeking to please your audience...not put them to sleep or make them wait seven minutes for you to type out a novel about how well you filled a footed bowl...slaves have so many use...find other means to RP and use them...talk to people...make up adventures...the stories are unlimited for you...so use your imagination and loop in others into your adventures...there is no rule against a slave being creative
4. drop your agenda...do not come here in the role of a slave girl and think that you are entitled to anything...you are not...if you chose the role of a slave...then be one...stop crying out for special attention...stop stomping your feet and making demands on the Free...you are not Free to have your own agenda...and for the sake of Odin STOP IMing MEAN SHIT TO OTHERS! if i had a copper for every time some bossy...little jerk...wanna be slave...IMed me to make a passive aggressive comment about something...i’d break my back carrying an over stuffed purse back to my Master
1. use notes about a Free’s to list how they like things...remembering what a person likes...or various facts about them will show them that you care...you don’t need to limit this to Free either...though that should be your priority...you can use this trick to warm up to other slaves as well
2. be nice...it’s a simple concept and should come easily to any real slave...compliment people...say supportive things empathize with them...you don’t need to lie or kiss ass...and frankly...when you do...we all know you are doing it and you look terrible...instead...focus your compliments and support on things that are positive about the person you are conversing with
3. own your RP...do more than para RP the serving of a horn of mead! para RPs like that are insanely boring...and you are seeking to please your audience...not put them to sleep or make them wait seven minutes for you to type out a novel about how well you filled a footed bowl...slaves have so many use...find other means to RP and use them...talk to people...make up adventures...the stories are unlimited for you...so use your imagination and loop in others into your adventures...there is no rule against a slave being creative
4. drop your agenda...do not come here in the role of a slave girl and think that you are entitled to anything...you are not...if you chose the role of a slave...then be one...stop crying out for special attention...stop stomping your feet and making demands on the Free...you are not Free to have your own agenda...and for the sake of Odin STOP IMing MEAN SHIT TO OTHERS! if i had a copper for every time some bossy...little jerk...wanna be slave...IMed me to make a passive aggressive comment about something...i’d break my back carrying an over stuffed purse back to my Master
10/19/20 Thinking your service Sucks???
Your Service Sucks!
do you fear the moment that you enter a Room and there’s more than one Free? are you constantly trying to find ways to get out of serving because you feel like you’re out of practice?
than what the hell are you doing in Gor? a place where slaves serve as if their life depended on it because it very well may!
sure the service is role play you say...and this is not real life or death...so then why are you so scared? emote getting off your ass to dance...to get food or drink...and dare to offer a unique service! maybe you are a highly trained ventriloquist or exotic scalp reader?
you say that the Free are not paying attention because they don’t notice the nuances in your serve or they are silent for long lengths of time...then change what you are doing...make your service count...stop making it something they can ignore...create service that Free rave about!
i’m not saying that it’s your responsibility to make them pay attention...you can’t make a Free person do something as a slave... however...you can serve a Free person like you are on fire!
respond to the Free at the rate speed they set
take notes and put it in the Free’s profile note section
don’t be afraid to fail the Free will correct & teach us
beg or offer to serve the will of the Free not just some specific thing that you want to do
service isn’t always role play it could be broadcasting...research...article writing...conversation...etc.
sure you could roleplay learning your slavery and being despondent about being a slave or fighting your slavery...depending on how you do it it could be amazing...but are you using that as an excuse to not serve permanently? don’t pour water on the fire!
serving like you’re on fire is to be passionate about helping others...as a slave in Gor imagine fire literally being at the soles of your feet...the moment a Free person enters serve them to soothe that fire...serving is your purpose the reason you are alive... the moment you forget it you may as well be the ashes in the City of Dust! don’t join the despondent ranks of Gor...feed the fire with your passionate service
do you fear the moment that you enter a Room and there’s more than one Free? are you constantly trying to find ways to get out of serving because you feel like you’re out of practice?
than what the hell are you doing in Gor? a place where slaves serve as if their life depended on it because it very well may!
sure the service is role play you say...and this is not real life or death...so then why are you so scared? emote getting off your ass to dance...to get food or drink...and dare to offer a unique service! maybe you are a highly trained ventriloquist or exotic scalp reader?
you say that the Free are not paying attention because they don’t notice the nuances in your serve or they are silent for long lengths of time...then change what you are doing...make your service count...stop making it something they can ignore...create service that Free rave about!
i’m not saying that it’s your responsibility to make them pay attention...you can’t make a Free person do something as a slave... however...you can serve a Free person like you are on fire!
respond to the Free at the rate speed they set
take notes and put it in the Free’s profile note section
don’t be afraid to fail the Free will correct & teach us
beg or offer to serve the will of the Free not just some specific thing that you want to do
service isn’t always role play it could be broadcasting...research...article writing...conversation...etc.
sure you could roleplay learning your slavery and being despondent about being a slave or fighting your slavery...depending on how you do it it could be amazing...but are you using that as an excuse to not serve permanently? don’t pour water on the fire!
serving like you’re on fire is to be passionate about helping others...as a slave in Gor imagine fire literally being at the soles of your feet...the moment a Free person enters serve them to soothe that fire...serving is your purpose the reason you are alive... the moment you forget it you may as well be the ashes in the City of Dust! don’t join the despondent ranks of Gor...feed the fire with your passionate service
Killing time
the lil bond gets out her bag of used paints and makeup and desides to
play around some just for kicks and giggles to entertain a few Guest
at the Citadel
play around some just for kicks and giggles to entertain a few Guest
at the Citadel
10/10/20 Roses
10/5/20 In good time
if there was one thing
that i’d wish for
upon the stars that whisk
across this moonless black night
it would be a soft blanket
from stillness...woven
to wrap around the thoughts
that race
through my mind
to put questions at ease
lay worry to rest
grace time...for my mind
so that it can attest
that the weight of the world
it rests...not...just on me
that life moves...as it does
unceasingly
and all will come
to an end which is meant
some without rhythm
or rhyme
there may be reasons unanswered
belief may be shattered
but this weight of tonight
in good time will unwind
that i’d wish for
upon the stars that whisk
across this moonless black night
it would be a soft blanket
from stillness...woven
to wrap around the thoughts
that race
through my mind
to put questions at ease
lay worry to rest
grace time...for my mind
so that it can attest
that the weight of the world
it rests...not...just on me
that life moves...as it does
unceasingly
and all will come
to an end which is meant
some without rhythm
or rhyme
there may be reasons unanswered
belief may be shattered
but this weight of tonight
in good time will unwind
9/25/20 Hotest slave on Gor
the slaves journeys in roaming GOR took her to Port Kar where she meet a Warrior he called her the hottest slave on Gor and swore she would be his one day...she would laugh and say you have to catch me 1st with that she left...as she was roaming one day she heard a awful sound
Behind her she heard a triumphant war cry. ( ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Then the whirl and whine of a bola being spun. She dodged from side to side gamely shifting pattern again and again. The kaiila paced her, just behind and to her left. The spinning sound of the leather announced the flight of the bola. She screamed ( AHH ) when the whip like tendrils spun around her legs tightly sending her head first into the grasses. Rolling instinctively, she began tearing at the crisscrossed straps.
The man reined in his kaiila in no obvious hurry. She rolled again, trying desperately to free herself. He slid off the saddle, removing his very long hunting dagger and several lengths of leather. Dropping the reins, he left his kaiila to graze. She squirmed against the tight bonds her eyes caught as she watched him. Panic had not yet set in. He turned to catch her eyes on him. A slow smile crossed his face. Her face flamed, having seen that the Warrior was the one she talked to just days before had captured her with returned desperation she tore at the tight straps of the bola with her fingers. Then he was standing over her, blocking the light with his body. She refused to look up, ignoring him, focusing entirely on unwinding the straps further.
" this is not funny let me go" He knelt down at her side. She jerked again and rolled away from him. His fingers knotted in her fiery hair stopping her sideways movement. She struck out at him with her hands trying to push him away. He drew the long nasty dagger from its sheath raising it far over her head. She followed his movement her eyes fixated on it in horror. He plunged it down into the soil just behind her trembling head, burying it to the hilt. She moaned ( mmmm ) deep in her throat, her eyes wild. Grabbing her flailing hands he looped a leather thong about them, twisting and binding them together, tying the thong to the hilt of the buried dagger. She lunged trying to free her hands. He shifted his body to bear his weight on hers.
She struggled harder kicking out at him with her still bound legs. He moved over to straddle her backwards facing her feet, with quick sure movements he began stripping away his bola from her trapped legs. She moaned ( mmmm ) as blood began rushing into her deprived legs. Unlooping the last of the bonds he tossed the bola to the side and ran his hands down the exposed firmness of her vulnerable body. She tried to fight his hands. He brought down the leather straps still in his hands hard across her exposed thigh. She yelped ( yikes ), but stopped moving her legs. He continued the tactile examination until he reached her sandal clad feet, he stripped away even that small covering and tossed them into the grass.
Reaching past her bare foot he began twisting an enormous clump of grasses into a spiral. Twirling the leather about the grass he knotted it firmly then bound her foot to it firmly, stretching her leg hard. He repeated the process with her other leg leaving her spread eagle under the sun tied to the ground. You shouldn't have run from me hot lil slave!" His voice was quiet, deadly. He rose to tower over her bound form. She jerked against the bonds, fear coursing through her. Her body began to shake hard. Reaching down he pulled her crimson silks up over her ample breasts exposing them to the air. Their large fullness swayed against his palms, he watched as her nipples began to harden. Reaching down he began to pinch her nipples, twisting them in his fingers. She moaned ( MMMM ) heaving on the ground. He twisted harder, pulling upward on her breasts. Her moans turned into a wails. (mmmm owieeeee) He lifted further until her back was arched against the restraints with the force of his pull. He released her suddenly. Her body dropped heavily. She emitted a short scream ( arrrrr ) at the sudden release of pressure.
Reaching up to his neck he removed his riding bandanna. Drawing the fabric through his hands he watched her eyes as they widened nervously. Moving down he looped it across her eyes to blindfold her. She whipped her head as he plunged her into darkness. "I like it when you scream slave..." he commented evenly. Standing again he looked down at her exposed trembling body laying in the dirt and grass. Moving back to his kaiila he removed his riding crop...."I will teach you not to run my hot beautiful slave, you will learn to love my leather. You will beg to feel it against your skin." She heard him moving back to her side. Shaking her head in denial, she whispered, "Never!" He laughed kneeling down at her side again. "This is my crop, my hot slave...with this crop I am going to whip you." His tone was deliberate. Lifting the crop he started at her open mouth pushing the tip of the crop into her mouth. She choked as the leather filled her mouth with its musky scent and taste. She tried to push it out with her tongue but he shoved it in deeper until the leather rested against her throat.
"My crop hot slave. My mouth hot slave. Learn the taste of me." She growled ( grrrr in denial, hating her own helplessness. The taste of the crop filled her mouth saturating her taste buds. He slowly pulled the wet crop from her mouth trailing it across her lips then down her chin to her neck. Lifting it over her breast to rest on both breasts. She tried to spit up at him, rid herself of the leather's taste. Her aim was lousy and fell far short of it's intended target. His grin widened.
He began tapping gently against her nipples, a gentle drumming. To her horror she found herself moaning ( mmmmm ), every nerve attuned to his movement. Again he laughed. She cringed, hating her own reactions. He seemed to guess the direction of her thoughts and laughed harder his hands moving the crop under her breasts to the tender skin. She bit down hard on her lower lip, refusing to show any reaction to him. He lightly drug the crop down her trembling stomach to the edge of her underwear. Again he lifted the crop over the fabric to rest again on the inside of her thighs. He started slowly caressing them with the leather. He continued downward along her knee and calf watching her legs tremble at his passage. He tapped lightly against her narrow ankles and against the soft flesh on the palms of her feet. Her breathing had shortened until he could hear short gasps coming from her throat. He moved up her body setting the crop down on her stomach, she flinched.
Reaching down between her legs he touched the softness of her skirt. He could feel the heat and moisture through the fabric. She squirmed trying to evade his touch. He pressed a little harder against her pussy with his fingers. She moaned, ( mmmmm) her head moving from side to side. Barely audible she whispered, "No!". He leaned across her body until his mouth was nearly touching her ear. Into her ear he whispered, "Yes!" Her body coiled in reaction. He smiled down at her knowing she couldn't see his face. He watched as her trembling increased. Pinching his fingers together with the fabric between them. With slow deliberation he began to pull the fabric into the opening of her pussy lips. It was instantly surrounded in moisture. He pulled up harder on the skirt taking up the remainder of the slack. She began to pant ( uh uh ) as the pressure against her clit increased.
He tugged harder, slowly twisting the skirt against her flesh. Tightening and screwing the fabric with his hands. She began to moan ( mmmm ) in pain. He twisted a little more. Her body bucked against him. He stopped, letting her feel the sustained pressure. She was emitting little mewling ( mmew mmew ) sounds from deep in her throat. Her lower body moving, seeking release. He slowly twisted the fabric again. She groaned loudly, ( grrrr) her hips bumping against him. He let her skirt go. The sudden release of pressure caused her to go into a spasm of shaking.
He leaned away from her until no parts of their bodies touched, kneeling in silence. Her response didn't take long to emerge. Her head began to tilt seeking any sound of him. He continue to rest silently beside her. Her trembling began to increase, her excitement obvious. He smiled down at her again, enjoying the sight of her laying on the broken blades of grass. Reaching across her he pulled a long leather thong from where he had lain it beside her earlier. Her head faced the slight slithery sound.
He rose and straddled her body, careful not to touch her. Again he knelt across her facing her head. Stretching the thong between his hands, he was careful to make no sound that she could hear easily. Lowering the thong toward her slightly open mouth, when he was level with her nose he moved quickly down pressing the leather into her mouth. She jerked and screamed ( ahhhh ) at the invasion of her mouth. He pressed harder, she stopped moving, the leather tight in the edges of her mouth. Leaning down he kissed lightly along her open lips never releasing the pressure. Then he leaned close against her ear again and whispered, "taste my leather hot slave."
Bending back he watched her mouth carefully. There was no response. He moved his hands down into the grass on either side of her head, the leather pressing into her mouth hard and along her cheeks. She howled. ( hooo ) Again he leaned down and whispered, "taste my leather hot slave!" This time he was rewarded with the sight of her tongue running along the edge of the thong tentatively. He smiled, slowly releasing the pressure. Ordering her softly, "Taste all of it my hot slave." He began to move the thong sideways through her mouth gently. Her neck tilted into the thong, her lips closing over it lightly. His smile deepened. When the entire strap was moist he lifted it from her. Dragging the wet end down her chin to her neck then down to her breasts.
She lay passive under his touch, only her trembling and erratic breathing indicating her arousal. He began to gently palm one of her breasts. A slow soft caress. Her body arched, lifting against his touch. He continued, allowing her to feel the gentleness of his fingers. Taking the leather thong he formed a wet circle around her breast. She made a soft sound. ( ohh ) He squeezed her nipple gently, a slow lift and pull. Her sounds deepened. ( ohhhhhh ) He began to tighten the leather loop along the base of her breast. Releasing her nipple he used both hands to bind her breast firmly. It flowed upward, forced beyond the leather, the skin tightened, the nipple swelled and hardened at the pressure. He reached under her body with one end of the leather and tied it tightly across the soft flesh at the base of both breasts.
She was moaning ( mmm ) ( mmmm ) continuously, her body moving against the grass, the scent lingered in the air. He reached down and began to slowly palm her other breast. Manipulating it gently just as he had done with the other breast. He knew that she expected him to bind her other breast as well, she was anticipating it, preparing herself for it. He smiled wider. He reached along her body where his crop had fallen from her movement, his fingers never leaving her breast. Picking up the crop he raised it soundlessly, only the slight whine of it in the air giving her any warning at all. The leather end of the crop hit her bound and erect nipple. She screamed, ( ahhhhh ) her body whipping and flailing. He continued to caress her unbound breast the whip raising again. Again he struck her nipple, again she screamed. ( ahhhh ) A third time he brought it down against her skin. She was panting heavily, ( uthh uthhh ) her body thrusting wildly. Her scream deepened. ( ahhhh ) He circled the end of the crop around the red marks it had left, a gentle kiss. Her low whimper ( uth uth ) turned into a moan. ( mmmmm ) He began tapping lightly with the crop.
With short tense movements her hips began grinding into the grass. He moved, trailing the crop down across her stomach with a few random light taps and an occasional hard blow. With his free hand he once again took up the bunched fabric of her panties, with deliberate force he tightened the fabric back down hard against her clit. Her body was bucking and grinding as the crop descended across her hips until it was drumming against her exposed pussy lips.
He slowly increased the strength of his swing until he was whipping her pussy hard enough to sting with every blow. He could hear the pain in her voice and see the arousal of her body. Stopping the movement of the crop, he began using it to gently caress her pussy in small circles. Then he brought it down hard against her sharply again. Her body lunged against the bonds her loud wail ( ahhhhhhhhhh ) piercing the meadow. He set aside the crop reaching down to caress her with his hand. The lips were very hot under his touch, swollen. He lifted her panties free from contact, using his hands he ripped them apart. He threw them away into the grass leaving her exposed and naked to him.
He slipped his fingers into her open wetness. The penetration brought a guttural moan ( grrrrrrrrrrrr,mmmmmmm ) from deep within her. He trailed the wetness up her body and across her throat before plunging them into her mouth." Clean them well my hot slave!" His voice deepened. Her mouth closed over his fingers to suck hard, tonguing and licking until all trace of her taste was gone.T he zipping sound of his pants was unmistakable. He pulled them off, exposing the tight hardness of his cock. He straddled her body and pulled her breasts together by the still tender nipples. ( Ohhh! ) Her moan of pain rose sharply.
He slid his cock into the sweaty moist crevice, enjoying the sensations of the bound breast on one side and her natural softness on the other. He pumped slowly, his fingers twisting her nipples again. With every twist her voice would lift and fill the air. The sounds aroused him further. He continued turning her nipples until her moans ( mmm mmmm mmmm ) were continuous. He dropped the breast on his right. Her wail (oHHHHHH ) rang loud in the quiet emptiness.
He reached behind to run his fingers against her open pussy. It had grown so wet that the inside of her thighs were coated as well. He grinned. Even that light touch had driven her body into a frenzy of thrusting. "And, what do you need my hot slave?" His laughter rose at her gulp and the determination in her whipping head. "Ah, your mouth says one thing but your body betrays your lust." He dropped her other breast and was rewarded with a short scream. ( ahhh ) He moved further up her chest. His hand was coated in her wetness again so he forced his fingers down into her mouth. She needed no coaching to suck hard at them. When she had nearly finished he pulled down on her jaw with his fingers." Clean this ,my Hot slave." He pressed his cock firmly into her open mouth until it rested tightly against her throat. She spasmed in rejection.
"Now slave!" His voice hardened. Her mouth closed around his cock, still tasting of her own sweat. She began to suck. He moved onto his hands and knees and began to pump firmly into her mouth. Balancing himself onto one palm he located the crop and pivoting marginally he brought it down against her bound breast firmly.
"Harder slave. Suck on my cock like you mean it." His pace accelerated until he was plunging deep and hard. His cock swelled to fill her mouth completely."Ahhh." His moan of satisfaction caused her to buck against the bindings. Lifting his cock free of her mouth, he leaned down until his mouth was just grazing hers. "What is it you want my hot slave?" The crop sang in the air once more, this time landing against the moist flesh of her open pussy.(Ohhhh) Her body spasmed." No." She managed weakly. The crop descended again. She yelped, ( yikes ) her resistance dwindling completely. "Please Master, please..." Her body writhed against the bondage, slipping in the grasses. "Please what, my run-a-way from me hot slave?" He leaned closer, allowing the mass of his body to rest against her.
"Please use me Master." The words were a plea, a final capitulation to the need overwhelming her senses. All pride had fled. Passion, heat and an almost primal desire ruled her completely. He lifted his head to laugh fully. "My pleasure my hot lil slave." His cock plunged deep inside her pussy. Ramming and pressing as his own need pulsed through every raging nerve ending. He dropped the crop to use both hands in lifting her hips as far as the bindings would allow. His pace accelerated with every moan ( mmmm ) that escaped her body. She began to quiver and shake. The ancient lessons between them restraining her from release." Please Master, please let me cum!" Her voice lifted piously. He grunted, "No slave!" His cock plunged deeper until his balls were slapping the wetness of her ass .She begged again and again, the need building to an almost painful climax inside of her. Each time he refused.
He reached the edge of his own release before ordering her loudly, "Cum slave!" Their bodies pounded and lifted together as he drove his seed deep inside her waiting pussy. Her scream "oh thank you Master"(ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG yes ohhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmm) of ecstasy milked the tiny last drops from his throbbing cock. He sank down to rest his body against her still quaking form. Pleasuring in the multiple after-shocks of her orgasm. With gentle love he invaded her mouth with his tongue.
"Oh my so beautiful, beautiful hot lil slave you soon will be Mine" The sound of tiny unseen insects joined their slowly easing breathing. The meadows soft scent caressed them, they had become one with the land itself in an act as ancient, primal and beautiful as nature itself..."your new name is cayenne you are definitely the hottest slave on Gor!!!"
Behind her she heard a triumphant war cry. ( ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Then the whirl and whine of a bola being spun. She dodged from side to side gamely shifting pattern again and again. The kaiila paced her, just behind and to her left. The spinning sound of the leather announced the flight of the bola. She screamed ( AHH ) when the whip like tendrils spun around her legs tightly sending her head first into the grasses. Rolling instinctively, she began tearing at the crisscrossed straps.
The man reined in his kaiila in no obvious hurry. She rolled again, trying desperately to free herself. He slid off the saddle, removing his very long hunting dagger and several lengths of leather. Dropping the reins, he left his kaiila to graze. She squirmed against the tight bonds her eyes caught as she watched him. Panic had not yet set in. He turned to catch her eyes on him. A slow smile crossed his face. Her face flamed, having seen that the Warrior was the one she talked to just days before had captured her with returned desperation she tore at the tight straps of the bola with her fingers. Then he was standing over her, blocking the light with his body. She refused to look up, ignoring him, focusing entirely on unwinding the straps further.
" this is not funny let me go" He knelt down at her side. She jerked again and rolled away from him. His fingers knotted in her fiery hair stopping her sideways movement. She struck out at him with her hands trying to push him away. He drew the long nasty dagger from its sheath raising it far over her head. She followed his movement her eyes fixated on it in horror. He plunged it down into the soil just behind her trembling head, burying it to the hilt. She moaned ( mmmm ) deep in her throat, her eyes wild. Grabbing her flailing hands he looped a leather thong about them, twisting and binding them together, tying the thong to the hilt of the buried dagger. She lunged trying to free her hands. He shifted his body to bear his weight on hers.
She struggled harder kicking out at him with her still bound legs. He moved over to straddle her backwards facing her feet, with quick sure movements he began stripping away his bola from her trapped legs. She moaned ( mmmm ) as blood began rushing into her deprived legs. Unlooping the last of the bonds he tossed the bola to the side and ran his hands down the exposed firmness of her vulnerable body. She tried to fight his hands. He brought down the leather straps still in his hands hard across her exposed thigh. She yelped ( yikes ), but stopped moving her legs. He continued the tactile examination until he reached her sandal clad feet, he stripped away even that small covering and tossed them into the grass.
Reaching past her bare foot he began twisting an enormous clump of grasses into a spiral. Twirling the leather about the grass he knotted it firmly then bound her foot to it firmly, stretching her leg hard. He repeated the process with her other leg leaving her spread eagle under the sun tied to the ground. You shouldn't have run from me hot lil slave!" His voice was quiet, deadly. He rose to tower over her bound form. She jerked against the bonds, fear coursing through her. Her body began to shake hard. Reaching down he pulled her crimson silks up over her ample breasts exposing them to the air. Their large fullness swayed against his palms, he watched as her nipples began to harden. Reaching down he began to pinch her nipples, twisting them in his fingers. She moaned ( MMMM ) heaving on the ground. He twisted harder, pulling upward on her breasts. Her moans turned into a wails. (mmmm owieeeee) He lifted further until her back was arched against the restraints with the force of his pull. He released her suddenly. Her body dropped heavily. She emitted a short scream ( arrrrr ) at the sudden release of pressure.
Reaching up to his neck he removed his riding bandanna. Drawing the fabric through his hands he watched her eyes as they widened nervously. Moving down he looped it across her eyes to blindfold her. She whipped her head as he plunged her into darkness. "I like it when you scream slave..." he commented evenly. Standing again he looked down at her exposed trembling body laying in the dirt and grass. Moving back to his kaiila he removed his riding crop...."I will teach you not to run my hot beautiful slave, you will learn to love my leather. You will beg to feel it against your skin." She heard him moving back to her side. Shaking her head in denial, she whispered, "Never!" He laughed kneeling down at her side again. "This is my crop, my hot slave...with this crop I am going to whip you." His tone was deliberate. Lifting the crop he started at her open mouth pushing the tip of the crop into her mouth. She choked as the leather filled her mouth with its musky scent and taste. She tried to push it out with her tongue but he shoved it in deeper until the leather rested against her throat.
"My crop hot slave. My mouth hot slave. Learn the taste of me." She growled ( grrrr in denial, hating her own helplessness. The taste of the crop filled her mouth saturating her taste buds. He slowly pulled the wet crop from her mouth trailing it across her lips then down her chin to her neck. Lifting it over her breast to rest on both breasts. She tried to spit up at him, rid herself of the leather's taste. Her aim was lousy and fell far short of it's intended target. His grin widened.
He began tapping gently against her nipples, a gentle drumming. To her horror she found herself moaning ( mmmmm ), every nerve attuned to his movement. Again he laughed. She cringed, hating her own reactions. He seemed to guess the direction of her thoughts and laughed harder his hands moving the crop under her breasts to the tender skin. She bit down hard on her lower lip, refusing to show any reaction to him. He lightly drug the crop down her trembling stomach to the edge of her underwear. Again he lifted the crop over the fabric to rest again on the inside of her thighs. He started slowly caressing them with the leather. He continued downward along her knee and calf watching her legs tremble at his passage. He tapped lightly against her narrow ankles and against the soft flesh on the palms of her feet. Her breathing had shortened until he could hear short gasps coming from her throat. He moved up her body setting the crop down on her stomach, she flinched.
Reaching down between her legs he touched the softness of her skirt. He could feel the heat and moisture through the fabric. She squirmed trying to evade his touch. He pressed a little harder against her pussy with his fingers. She moaned, ( mmmmm) her head moving from side to side. Barely audible she whispered, "No!". He leaned across her body until his mouth was nearly touching her ear. Into her ear he whispered, "Yes!" Her body coiled in reaction. He smiled down at her knowing she couldn't see his face. He watched as her trembling increased. Pinching his fingers together with the fabric between them. With slow deliberation he began to pull the fabric into the opening of her pussy lips. It was instantly surrounded in moisture. He pulled up harder on the skirt taking up the remainder of the slack. She began to pant ( uh uh ) as the pressure against her clit increased.
He tugged harder, slowly twisting the skirt against her flesh. Tightening and screwing the fabric with his hands. She began to moan ( mmmm ) in pain. He twisted a little more. Her body bucked against him. He stopped, letting her feel the sustained pressure. She was emitting little mewling ( mmew mmew ) sounds from deep in her throat. Her lower body moving, seeking release. He slowly twisted the fabric again. She groaned loudly, ( grrrr) her hips bumping against him. He let her skirt go. The sudden release of pressure caused her to go into a spasm of shaking.
He leaned away from her until no parts of their bodies touched, kneeling in silence. Her response didn't take long to emerge. Her head began to tilt seeking any sound of him. He continue to rest silently beside her. Her trembling began to increase, her excitement obvious. He smiled down at her again, enjoying the sight of her laying on the broken blades of grass. Reaching across her he pulled a long leather thong from where he had lain it beside her earlier. Her head faced the slight slithery sound.
He rose and straddled her body, careful not to touch her. Again he knelt across her facing her head. Stretching the thong between his hands, he was careful to make no sound that she could hear easily. Lowering the thong toward her slightly open mouth, when he was level with her nose he moved quickly down pressing the leather into her mouth. She jerked and screamed ( ahhhh ) at the invasion of her mouth. He pressed harder, she stopped moving, the leather tight in the edges of her mouth. Leaning down he kissed lightly along her open lips never releasing the pressure. Then he leaned close against her ear again and whispered, "taste my leather hot slave."
Bending back he watched her mouth carefully. There was no response. He moved his hands down into the grass on either side of her head, the leather pressing into her mouth hard and along her cheeks. She howled. ( hooo ) Again he leaned down and whispered, "taste my leather hot slave!" This time he was rewarded with the sight of her tongue running along the edge of the thong tentatively. He smiled, slowly releasing the pressure. Ordering her softly, "Taste all of it my hot slave." He began to move the thong sideways through her mouth gently. Her neck tilted into the thong, her lips closing over it lightly. His smile deepened. When the entire strap was moist he lifted it from her. Dragging the wet end down her chin to her neck then down to her breasts.
She lay passive under his touch, only her trembling and erratic breathing indicating her arousal. He began to gently palm one of her breasts. A slow soft caress. Her body arched, lifting against his touch. He continued, allowing her to feel the gentleness of his fingers. Taking the leather thong he formed a wet circle around her breast. She made a soft sound. ( ohh ) He squeezed her nipple gently, a slow lift and pull. Her sounds deepened. ( ohhhhhh ) He began to tighten the leather loop along the base of her breast. Releasing her nipple he used both hands to bind her breast firmly. It flowed upward, forced beyond the leather, the skin tightened, the nipple swelled and hardened at the pressure. He reached under her body with one end of the leather and tied it tightly across the soft flesh at the base of both breasts.
She was moaning ( mmm ) ( mmmm ) continuously, her body moving against the grass, the scent lingered in the air. He reached down and began to slowly palm her other breast. Manipulating it gently just as he had done with the other breast. He knew that she expected him to bind her other breast as well, she was anticipating it, preparing herself for it. He smiled wider. He reached along her body where his crop had fallen from her movement, his fingers never leaving her breast. Picking up the crop he raised it soundlessly, only the slight whine of it in the air giving her any warning at all. The leather end of the crop hit her bound and erect nipple. She screamed, ( ahhhhh ) her body whipping and flailing. He continued to caress her unbound breast the whip raising again. Again he struck her nipple, again she screamed. ( ahhhh ) A third time he brought it down against her skin. She was panting heavily, ( uthh uthhh ) her body thrusting wildly. Her scream deepened. ( ahhhh ) He circled the end of the crop around the red marks it had left, a gentle kiss. Her low whimper ( uth uth ) turned into a moan. ( mmmmm ) He began tapping lightly with the crop.
With short tense movements her hips began grinding into the grass. He moved, trailing the crop down across her stomach with a few random light taps and an occasional hard blow. With his free hand he once again took up the bunched fabric of her panties, with deliberate force he tightened the fabric back down hard against her clit. Her body was bucking and grinding as the crop descended across her hips until it was drumming against her exposed pussy lips.
He slowly increased the strength of his swing until he was whipping her pussy hard enough to sting with every blow. He could hear the pain in her voice and see the arousal of her body. Stopping the movement of the crop, he began using it to gently caress her pussy in small circles. Then he brought it down hard against her sharply again. Her body lunged against the bonds her loud wail ( ahhhhhhhhhh ) piercing the meadow. He set aside the crop reaching down to caress her with his hand. The lips were very hot under his touch, swollen. He lifted her panties free from contact, using his hands he ripped them apart. He threw them away into the grass leaving her exposed and naked to him.
He slipped his fingers into her open wetness. The penetration brought a guttural moan ( grrrrrrrrrrrr,mmmmmmm ) from deep within her. He trailed the wetness up her body and across her throat before plunging them into her mouth." Clean them well my hot slave!" His voice deepened. Her mouth closed over his fingers to suck hard, tonguing and licking until all trace of her taste was gone.T he zipping sound of his pants was unmistakable. He pulled them off, exposing the tight hardness of his cock. He straddled her body and pulled her breasts together by the still tender nipples. ( Ohhh! ) Her moan of pain rose sharply.
He slid his cock into the sweaty moist crevice, enjoying the sensations of the bound breast on one side and her natural softness on the other. He pumped slowly, his fingers twisting her nipples again. With every twist her voice would lift and fill the air. The sounds aroused him further. He continued turning her nipples until her moans ( mmm mmmm mmmm ) were continuous. He dropped the breast on his right. Her wail (oHHHHHH ) rang loud in the quiet emptiness.
He reached behind to run his fingers against her open pussy. It had grown so wet that the inside of her thighs were coated as well. He grinned. Even that light touch had driven her body into a frenzy of thrusting. "And, what do you need my hot slave?" His laughter rose at her gulp and the determination in her whipping head. "Ah, your mouth says one thing but your body betrays your lust." He dropped her other breast and was rewarded with a short scream. ( ahhh ) He moved further up her chest. His hand was coated in her wetness again so he forced his fingers down into her mouth. She needed no coaching to suck hard at them. When she had nearly finished he pulled down on her jaw with his fingers." Clean this ,my Hot slave." He pressed his cock firmly into her open mouth until it rested tightly against her throat. She spasmed in rejection.
"Now slave!" His voice hardened. Her mouth closed around his cock, still tasting of her own sweat. She began to suck. He moved onto his hands and knees and began to pump firmly into her mouth. Balancing himself onto one palm he located the crop and pivoting marginally he brought it down against her bound breast firmly.
"Harder slave. Suck on my cock like you mean it." His pace accelerated until he was plunging deep and hard. His cock swelled to fill her mouth completely."Ahhh." His moan of satisfaction caused her to buck against the bindings. Lifting his cock free of her mouth, he leaned down until his mouth was just grazing hers. "What is it you want my hot slave?" The crop sang in the air once more, this time landing against the moist flesh of her open pussy.(Ohhhh) Her body spasmed." No." She managed weakly. The crop descended again. She yelped, ( yikes ) her resistance dwindling completely. "Please Master, please..." Her body writhed against the bondage, slipping in the grasses. "Please what, my run-a-way from me hot slave?" He leaned closer, allowing the mass of his body to rest against her.
"Please use me Master." The words were a plea, a final capitulation to the need overwhelming her senses. All pride had fled. Passion, heat and an almost primal desire ruled her completely. He lifted his head to laugh fully. "My pleasure my hot lil slave." His cock plunged deep inside her pussy. Ramming and pressing as his own need pulsed through every raging nerve ending. He dropped the crop to use both hands in lifting her hips as far as the bindings would allow. His pace accelerated with every moan ( mmmm ) that escaped her body. She began to quiver and shake. The ancient lessons between them restraining her from release." Please Master, please let me cum!" Her voice lifted piously. He grunted, "No slave!" His cock plunged deeper until his balls were slapping the wetness of her ass .She begged again and again, the need building to an almost painful climax inside of her. Each time he refused.
He reached the edge of his own release before ordering her loudly, "Cum slave!" Their bodies pounded and lifted together as he drove his seed deep inside her waiting pussy. Her scream "oh thank you Master"(ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG yes ohhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmm) of ecstasy milked the tiny last drops from his throbbing cock. He sank down to rest his body against her still quaking form. Pleasuring in the multiple after-shocks of her orgasm. With gentle love he invaded her mouth with his tongue.
"Oh my so beautiful, beautiful hot lil slave you soon will be Mine" The sound of tiny unseen insects joined their slowly easing breathing. The meadows soft scent caressed them, they had become one with the land itself in an act as ancient, primal and beautiful as nature itself..."your new name is cayenne you are definitely the hottest slave on Gor!!!"
9/23/20 Who knows
aWho knows a Warrior’s Heart
Warrior sees things differently than most think
his heart weighs heavily on what his Caste is
his arm swings the weapon
his other arm deflects an incoming blow
his legs carry him from one battle to the next
his mind remembers every swing...every defended attack
his body remembers and feels every scar laid upon it
but his heart...the Warrior’s heart...remembers that which matters most.
the reason he does all of this...Home Stone...Honor...Integrity...Respect...Dignity
his mind remembers the faces he has cut down in battle
his heart bleeds for every life he has taken off the world of Gor
they wonder why he is a Scarlet Caste...but his blood given when asked to defend the Home Stone...he fights for his family...he fights for his friend...he fights for his lands
sometimes that is all he has
then the day comes that a Woman comes in and touches his heart
healing some of his hurt...bringing a glimmer of light to his Scarlet...blood red world
Warrior sees things differently than most think
his heart weighs heavily on what his Caste is
his arm swings the weapon
his other arm deflects an incoming blow
his legs carry him from one battle to the next
his mind remembers every swing...every defended attack
his body remembers and feels every scar laid upon it
but his heart...the Warrior’s heart...remembers that which matters most.
the reason he does all of this...Home Stone...Honor...Integrity...Respect...Dignity
his mind remembers the faces he has cut down in battle
his heart bleeds for every life he has taken off the world of Gor
they wonder why he is a Scarlet Caste...but his blood given when asked to defend the Home Stone...he fights for his family...he fights for his friend...he fights for his lands
sometimes that is all he has
then the day comes that a Woman comes in and touches his heart
healing some of his hurt...bringing a glimmer of light to his Scarlet...blood red world
9/22/20 Fires in the Fall
"in the other gardens
and all up the vale
from the autumn bonfires
see the smoke trail!
pleasant summer over
and all the summer flowers
the red fire blazes
the grey smoke towers
sing a song of seasons
something bright in all
flowers in the summer
fires in the Fall!"
and all up the vale
from the autumn bonfires
see the smoke trail!
pleasant summer over
and all the summer flowers
the red fire blazes
the grey smoke towers
sing a song of seasons
something bright in all
flowers in the summer
fires in the Fall!"
9/20/20 my Path [sura]
all that i am now
and all that i will become
is what you see for me
i know you will lead me
to the path i should be on
you hear my soul’s yearning
my body trembles from the need
i know you’ll keep me safe
as in mind...body and soul
you have my trust...my faith...and love
knows even when i stray from the path
your hand will bring me back
into your Ownership and control
my slavery and love will only grow
and all that i will become
is what you see for me
i know you will lead me
to the path i should be on
you hear my soul’s yearning
my body trembles from the need
i know you’ll keep me safe
as in mind...body and soul
you have my trust...my faith...and love
knows even when i stray from the path
your hand will bring me back
into your Ownership and control
my slavery and love will only grow
9/19/20 Lamp of Love
“Of custom, a slave girl may not even ascend the couch to serve her master’s pleasure. The point of this restriction, I suppose, is to draw a clearer distinction between her status and that of a Free Companion. At any rate the dignities of the couch are, by custom, reserved for the Free Companion. When a master wishes to make use of a slave girl he tells her to light the lamp of love which she obediently does, placing it in the window of his chamber that they may not be disturbed. Then with his own hand he throws upon the stone floor of his chamber luxurious love furs, perhaps from the larl itself, and commands her to them.”
quote Book 3; Priest-Kings Of Gor. Chapter Nine
the man was tall...his muscles toned to perfection from years of hard work within his city...he was by birth...a metal worker...he spent every day making and perfecting weapons for the red caste’s of his city or fitting and fixing collar’s for captives or newly broken slaves
as the day came to an end...this metal worker would return to his humble home...and his slave who would eagerly be waiting his return...the slave would greet him and help him clean up...his weapons...armour and boots would be removed and cleaned
the slave would then hurry to the Kitchen...she would peel the suls...roast the Vulo and serve it to her owner....once he had eaten his fill...she would then bring him the Ale her knee’s would part wantonly...her body singing a silent message of her need for her Owner...as she extended her arms...the drink wrapped lovingly within her gentle grip...the slave would beg with her eyes “Master...this slave beg’s her Master’s use” she may even be brave enough to whimper or maybe even “Allow this slave to serve your pleasure”
the man would finish his meal...his hand brushing away the slaves pleas and touch...his need to strict outweighing his need to fulfill his pleasure....eventually...he would indeed give in....the tankard would be slew unto the table next to his empty plate....the dirty...empty dishes would be taken care of later...once the slave was released from serving her Master
his eyes would darken with pleasure...his lips would press together firmly as he pushed himself to his feet...a calloused hand would slowly come up...the pads of his fingers pressing to his temples before he would gesture to the corner “Very well beast...hurry along and light the lamp of love” he would bark out...his dark tone vibrating around the small room “And then prepare yourself and the furs...then you are to wait for me within those furs...Harta!”
ignoring the sounds coming from the outside...or anything other then the task at hand the slave would hurry to light the small lamp...her hands would tremble ever so slightly as she then laid the lamp upon the window to her Master’s Chambers her bare feet would then turn and rush to the furs...she would make haste of rolling them out and positioning them the way she had been instructed
then...her attention would turn to herself....the tiny camisk that her Master allowed her to wear inside...would gracefully be shed and folded before being placed neatly to the side....small jar’s of lotion would be used to soften her skin...a small dash of slave rouge would be added...her hair would be brushed until it shone...and then laid across her shoulders and back...once her preparation’s were done...the slave would go to the furs and the post to the side...not a sound would be uttered as she once more slipped to her knees...her thighs parting in another silent sign of her overwhelming need for her Master
the couch on the other side of the Room...would go ignored...the man would find his pleasure...and his sleep upon the soft fur’s upon which his beautiful slave knelt wait...the only sounds to be heard would be the cries of pleasure from the slave as her Master put her to use...and eventually her admission of love as she yeilded to his movement and his needs...there would be no complaints...no commands...the slave well knew her place...and her Master well knew the many pleasures he would receive
quote Book 3; Priest-Kings Of Gor. Chapter Nine
the man was tall...his muscles toned to perfection from years of hard work within his city...he was by birth...a metal worker...he spent every day making and perfecting weapons for the red caste’s of his city or fitting and fixing collar’s for captives or newly broken slaves
as the day came to an end...this metal worker would return to his humble home...and his slave who would eagerly be waiting his return...the slave would greet him and help him clean up...his weapons...armour and boots would be removed and cleaned
the slave would then hurry to the Kitchen...she would peel the suls...roast the Vulo and serve it to her owner....once he had eaten his fill...she would then bring him the Ale her knee’s would part wantonly...her body singing a silent message of her need for her Owner...as she extended her arms...the drink wrapped lovingly within her gentle grip...the slave would beg with her eyes “Master...this slave beg’s her Master’s use” she may even be brave enough to whimper or maybe even “Allow this slave to serve your pleasure”
the man would finish his meal...his hand brushing away the slaves pleas and touch...his need to strict outweighing his need to fulfill his pleasure....eventually...he would indeed give in....the tankard would be slew unto the table next to his empty plate....the dirty...empty dishes would be taken care of later...once the slave was released from serving her Master
his eyes would darken with pleasure...his lips would press together firmly as he pushed himself to his feet...a calloused hand would slowly come up...the pads of his fingers pressing to his temples before he would gesture to the corner “Very well beast...hurry along and light the lamp of love” he would bark out...his dark tone vibrating around the small room “And then prepare yourself and the furs...then you are to wait for me within those furs...Harta!”
ignoring the sounds coming from the outside...or anything other then the task at hand the slave would hurry to light the small lamp...her hands would tremble ever so slightly as she then laid the lamp upon the window to her Master’s Chambers her bare feet would then turn and rush to the furs...she would make haste of rolling them out and positioning them the way she had been instructed
then...her attention would turn to herself....the tiny camisk that her Master allowed her to wear inside...would gracefully be shed and folded before being placed neatly to the side....small jar’s of lotion would be used to soften her skin...a small dash of slave rouge would be added...her hair would be brushed until it shone...and then laid across her shoulders and back...once her preparation’s were done...the slave would go to the furs and the post to the side...not a sound would be uttered as she once more slipped to her knees...her thighs parting in another silent sign of her overwhelming need for her Master
the couch on the other side of the Room...would go ignored...the man would find his pleasure...and his sleep upon the soft fur’s upon which his beautiful slave knelt wait...the only sounds to be heard would be the cries of pleasure from the slave as her Master put her to use...and eventually her admission of love as she yeilded to his movement and his needs...there would be no complaints...no commands...the slave well knew her place...and her Master well knew the many pleasures he would receive
9/18/20 Administrator
may you have the grace and wisdom
to act kindly...learning
to distinguish between what is
personal and what is not
may you be hospitable to criticism
may you act not from arrogance but out of service
may you work on yourself
building up and refining the ways of your mind
may those who work for you know
you see and respect them
may you learn to cultivate the art of presence
in order to engage with those who meet you
when someone fails or disappoints you
may the graciousness with which you engage
be their stairway to renewal and refinement
may you treasure the gifts of the mind
through reading and creative thinking
so that you continue as a servant of the frontier
where the new will draw its enrichment from the old
and you never become a functionary
may you know the wisdom of deep listening
the healing of wholesome words
the encouragement of the appreciative gaze
the decorum of held dignity
the springtime edge of the bleak question
may you have a mind that loves frontiers
so that you can evoke the bright fields
that lie beyond the view of the regular eye
may you have good friends
to mirror your blind spots
may leadership be for you
to act kindly...learning
to distinguish between what is
personal and what is not
may you be hospitable to criticism
may you act not from arrogance but out of service
may you work on yourself
building up and refining the ways of your mind
may those who work for you know
you see and respect them
may you learn to cultivate the art of presence
in order to engage with those who meet you
when someone fails or disappoints you
may the graciousness with which you engage
be their stairway to renewal and refinement
may you treasure the gifts of the mind
through reading and creative thinking
so that you continue as a servant of the frontier
where the new will draw its enrichment from the old
and you never become a functionary
may you know the wisdom of deep listening
the healing of wholesome words
the encouragement of the appreciative gaze
the decorum of held dignity
the springtime edge of the bleak question
may you have a mind that loves frontiers
so that you can evoke the bright fields
that lie beyond the view of the regular eye
may you have good friends
to mirror your blind spots
may leadership be for you
9/17/18 What to do?
as a slave there is no more fundamental law then obeying a Free...our answer is “yes Master or Mistress" as the case may be...never is our answer “no” when a command is given to us...this gives rise to some conflicts and issues that i have come across...what does a slave do when a Free gives them a command that goes against an order from their Owner or another Free responsible for them?
it happens all the time...in small ways and large and to the Free it is not something they concern themselves with...but to a slave it is a situation fraught with peril....we know that we will be disappointing someone and one the other hand a punishment most likely awaits
just such a situation arose once for me...a meeting was to take place in a Home...and after delivering a basket of delicacies i was ordered away by a Master until after the meeting was concluded...a simple order to comply with...so i took myself off and left to attend to some chores...as i was leaving i paused at the entrance of the building to greet another slave while we were greeting a different Master arrived...he gave each of us an assignment...and after giving me mine turned and made his way to the meeting
What should a slave do in such a situation?
there are two ways...essentially...a slave can handle these times when they happen to you...because if it hasn’t happened to you...can be assured it will at some point
you can insist that you have other orders and refuse
or you can go along with it
keep in mind that while the Free are not always right...they are never wrong...and so the first option may not be your best option...it is possible to beg out of something while causing the minimum offense...she can beg for permission to explain that she has orders to be away...in the instance describe above...with the knowledge that the Master may still tell her to attend to his order...it is always wise to speak with your Owners about how you should handle just such a situation when it arises
for myself...i said “yes Master” and went about my assigned role...the Master and i had a talk about it...this article is the result of that discussion
bear in mind that there will be times when there simply is no right answer for you...all that we can do as a slave is beg forgiveness and take our punishment with dignity and grace and learn from it...learning from it does not mean that we are mistreated...they are Free...we are slave and as such have no rights to fair treatment...so whether you are a slave in character or are one in character and out...a slave always strives to better themselves for their Owner
there is no right answer...other than to never say “no” to a Free...in my situation...i said “yes Master” and prepared my assignment...nothing was served at this meeting...but the question was raised to me...how does a slave handle conflicting orders....when it comes up for you my fellow slaves how do you?
it happens all the time...in small ways and large and to the Free it is not something they concern themselves with...but to a slave it is a situation fraught with peril....we know that we will be disappointing someone and one the other hand a punishment most likely awaits
just such a situation arose once for me...a meeting was to take place in a Home...and after delivering a basket of delicacies i was ordered away by a Master until after the meeting was concluded...a simple order to comply with...so i took myself off and left to attend to some chores...as i was leaving i paused at the entrance of the building to greet another slave while we were greeting a different Master arrived...he gave each of us an assignment...and after giving me mine turned and made his way to the meeting
What should a slave do in such a situation?
there are two ways...essentially...a slave can handle these times when they happen to you...because if it hasn’t happened to you...can be assured it will at some point
you can insist that you have other orders and refuse
or you can go along with it
keep in mind that while the Free are not always right...they are never wrong...and so the first option may not be your best option...it is possible to beg out of something while causing the minimum offense...she can beg for permission to explain that she has orders to be away...in the instance describe above...with the knowledge that the Master may still tell her to attend to his order...it is always wise to speak with your Owners about how you should handle just such a situation when it arises
for myself...i said “yes Master” and went about my assigned role...the Master and i had a talk about it...this article is the result of that discussion
bear in mind that there will be times when there simply is no right answer for you...all that we can do as a slave is beg forgiveness and take our punishment with dignity and grace and learn from it...learning from it does not mean that we are mistreated...they are Free...we are slave and as such have no rights to fair treatment...so whether you are a slave in character or are one in character and out...a slave always strives to better themselves for their Owner
there is no right answer...other than to never say “no” to a Free...in my situation...i said “yes Master” and prepared my assignment...nothing was served at this meeting...but the question was raised to me...how does a slave handle conflicting orders....when it comes up for you my fellow slaves how do you?
9/14/20 Eternity
Serenity walks here day and night
independence marks all i do liberty limits
i most heartily eschew energy is boundless
in poetry for me naughty...whenever i get
a chance to be clear...always in my poetry
Eternity.......is where i hope to be
9/9/20 Edge of Night
the designer time created a landscape for me...carving deep ravines...lofty hills...desert dunes that i had crossed in the ordained journey long under the shimmer of the blazing summer sun...across strong surge of slashing thunder storm... through the opaque mist of the silent winter...along the tinged garden path of fragrant spring...far from destination unknown
floating like a butterfly in the ambient air of the twilight gleam i had seen the hollow horizon filled with fading sunset colors as from the slate sky the creeping night’s shadow fell like shower of gloom from melted cloud of pain...the grains of deepening shades of grey descended wrapping the vanishing trail of the departing day...in twilight hour the path invisible...in moonless dense night in the dark sky i see the steadfast pole star shine...its slender beam etches a lighted course for me across the uncharted and desolate terrain of time
my life walks me with dreams on the weary eyes to reach all unseen corners of this beautiful world...to see crimson sun raise again the dawn...i wait at the edge of night uncertain
floating like a butterfly in the ambient air of the twilight gleam i had seen the hollow horizon filled with fading sunset colors as from the slate sky the creeping night’s shadow fell like shower of gloom from melted cloud of pain...the grains of deepening shades of grey descended wrapping the vanishing trail of the departing day...in twilight hour the path invisible...in moonless dense night in the dark sky i see the steadfast pole star shine...its slender beam etches a lighted course for me across the uncharted and desolate terrain of time
my life walks me with dreams on the weary eyes to reach all unseen corners of this beautiful world...to see crimson sun raise again the dawn...i wait at the edge of night uncertain
9/7/20 Story told to my Master--Alika's Poison
Alika’s poison
“Oh, nnno,” Alika warned. “I think you better stop right where you are. If you get too close, I might get nervous and slip.” Trembling for dramatic effect, she tightened her hold on Feather, and slid the sharp blade lightly over her throat. A trickle of blood ran down Feather’s neck.
“Oops, see what I mean?”
Red hair stopped instantly and held up her hands. “Stop Alika! I get the message. What is it that you want?”
“So like you to cut through the chit chat. You always did like to get right to the point.” Keeping the pressure of the blade steady, Alika reached into her belt pouch with her free hand and pulled out a needle. Holding it out in front of Feather, she smiled wickedly. “On second thought, you might want to come in just a bit to improve your view.”
Advancing steadily, Red hair tried to distract her enemy while she closed the distance between them. “So Alika……what’s your game this time?” “Can’t you guess?” When Red hair didn’t respond, Alika nudged her captive. “What about you?”
Noting the dark oily substance coating the needle, Feather called out to Red hair. “There’s something on it. I think it may be poison.”
Alika grinned. “See, she’s not as stupid as she looks.” Pointing the needle at Feather’s throat, she smiled menacingly. “You’re right, Feather. It is poison… a most deadly one.”
Suspecting what was to come, Red hair sprinted and launched herself at Alika. But even as she hurled through the air, her stomach lurched from the certainty that she would be too late.
Unable to move, Feather grimaced as the slender needle punctured her neck.
Task accomplished, Alika pushed Feather toward Red hair. Quickly steadying Feather, Red hair spun to face her enemy. To her surprise, Alika was casually seated on a large rock with no weapon in sight. Sensing no immediate danger, she turned to Feather. Her eyes fell immediately to the long needle protruding ominously from Feather’s neck. “Are you in pain?”
“No, not much,” Feather replied nervously.
“Good, I need you to hold still. I’m going to try to get the poison out.” Red hair bent to retrieve her sleen knife then gently tilted Feather’s head to the side. Slowly removing the needle, she made a small incision over the puncture. Pressing her lips to the cut, she drew hard, spitting out the tainted blood as it filled her mouth.
Light-headed, Feather gripped Red hair tightly.
Finally, knowing further attempts would be futile, Red hair stopped and pulled back. Fearful that she hadn’t acted fast enough, she cast Feather a worried glance. “How do you feel?”
“I… I’m a little dizzy.”Alika clapped slowly. “My, my that was quite a show. But unfortunately it served no purpose… unless, of course, Feather enjoys having you suck her neck.”
Slamming her foot down on the hilt of her sleen knife, Red hair caught it in mid air and was on Alika in an instant. “What was it?” she demanded holding the weapon menacingly to her enemy’s chest. “What poison did you use……was it Ost?”
Unruffled, Alika smiled. “Such a fuss.” She leaned into the knife, allowing it to press against her skin. “This is rather pointless, wouldn’t you say? We both know you won’t kill me. You’d be sentencing your little panther girl to certain death.”
Fueled by her concern for Feather; Red hair’s anger surfaced quickly. “If you don’t tell me what I need to know, I promise I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
“Let’s just calm down, shall we?” Ignoring the knife, Alika pulled a long blade of grass and casually ran it across her lips. “She still has quite a bit of time. Although the poison is quick to enter the blood, it’s relatively slow acting. I figure she may have as many as three moon’s.” She released a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately, by the second or third moon, I fear she’ll be praying for a quick and merciful end.” Fury surging,”You’re the one who should be praying for an antidote,”Red hair threatened.
“Hmm, an antidote?” Feigning a puzzled look, Alika tapped her chin with her index finger, then grinned. “Yes, of course there’s an antidote.”
“Hand it over,” Red hair demanded.
The mad female smiled and rolled her eyes. “Come now, it would be rather silly to have it on me. Wouldn’t it?” In a startling transition, she glared at Red hair, her expression chilling. “To get the antidote, you’ll have to travel with me to Gimli. You remember Gimli,” she taunted, a sharp edge to her voice. “Don’t you, Red hair.”
Red hair lowered her blade and growled.
“Why Gimli?” Feather questioned warily. “What’s going to happen there?” I’m so glad you asked,” Alika declared as she turned to Feather. “You see, when we get to Gimli, Red hair is going to steal something from the Priestess.” She released a contented sigh. “Then I’ll have what I’ve always wanted… revenge on Briggs.” Grinning wickedly, she elaborated. “I will get what I want and Red hair will get the blame.”
“Oh, nnno,” Alika warned. “I think you better stop right where you are. If you get too close, I might get nervous and slip.” Trembling for dramatic effect, she tightened her hold on Feather, and slid the sharp blade lightly over her throat. A trickle of blood ran down Feather’s neck.
“Oops, see what I mean?”
Red hair stopped instantly and held up her hands. “Stop Alika! I get the message. What is it that you want?”
“So like you to cut through the chit chat. You always did like to get right to the point.” Keeping the pressure of the blade steady, Alika reached into her belt pouch with her free hand and pulled out a needle. Holding it out in front of Feather, she smiled wickedly. “On second thought, you might want to come in just a bit to improve your view.”
Advancing steadily, Red hair tried to distract her enemy while she closed the distance between them. “So Alika……what’s your game this time?” “Can’t you guess?” When Red hair didn’t respond, Alika nudged her captive. “What about you?”
Noting the dark oily substance coating the needle, Feather called out to Red hair. “There’s something on it. I think it may be poison.”
Alika grinned. “See, she’s not as stupid as she looks.” Pointing the needle at Feather’s throat, she smiled menacingly. “You’re right, Feather. It is poison… a most deadly one.”
Suspecting what was to come, Red hair sprinted and launched herself at Alika. But even as she hurled through the air, her stomach lurched from the certainty that she would be too late.
Unable to move, Feather grimaced as the slender needle punctured her neck.
Task accomplished, Alika pushed Feather toward Red hair. Quickly steadying Feather, Red hair spun to face her enemy. To her surprise, Alika was casually seated on a large rock with no weapon in sight. Sensing no immediate danger, she turned to Feather. Her eyes fell immediately to the long needle protruding ominously from Feather’s neck. “Are you in pain?”
“No, not much,” Feather replied nervously.
“Good, I need you to hold still. I’m going to try to get the poison out.” Red hair bent to retrieve her sleen knife then gently tilted Feather’s head to the side. Slowly removing the needle, she made a small incision over the puncture. Pressing her lips to the cut, she drew hard, spitting out the tainted blood as it filled her mouth.
Light-headed, Feather gripped Red hair tightly.
Finally, knowing further attempts would be futile, Red hair stopped and pulled back. Fearful that she hadn’t acted fast enough, she cast Feather a worried glance. “How do you feel?”
“I… I’m a little dizzy.”Alika clapped slowly. “My, my that was quite a show. But unfortunately it served no purpose… unless, of course, Feather enjoys having you suck her neck.”
Slamming her foot down on the hilt of her sleen knife, Red hair caught it in mid air and was on Alika in an instant. “What was it?” she demanded holding the weapon menacingly to her enemy’s chest. “What poison did you use……was it Ost?”
Unruffled, Alika smiled. “Such a fuss.” She leaned into the knife, allowing it to press against her skin. “This is rather pointless, wouldn’t you say? We both know you won’t kill me. You’d be sentencing your little panther girl to certain death.”
Fueled by her concern for Feather; Red hair’s anger surfaced quickly. “If you don’t tell me what I need to know, I promise I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
“Let’s just calm down, shall we?” Ignoring the knife, Alika pulled a long blade of grass and casually ran it across her lips. “She still has quite a bit of time. Although the poison is quick to enter the blood, it’s relatively slow acting. I figure she may have as many as three moon’s.” She released a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately, by the second or third moon, I fear she’ll be praying for a quick and merciful end.” Fury surging,”You’re the one who should be praying for an antidote,”Red hair threatened.
“Hmm, an antidote?” Feigning a puzzled look, Alika tapped her chin with her index finger, then grinned. “Yes, of course there’s an antidote.”
“Hand it over,” Red hair demanded.
The mad female smiled and rolled her eyes. “Come now, it would be rather silly to have it on me. Wouldn’t it?” In a startling transition, she glared at Red hair, her expression chilling. “To get the antidote, you’ll have to travel with me to Gimli. You remember Gimli,” she taunted, a sharp edge to her voice. “Don’t you, Red hair.”
Red hair lowered her blade and growled.
“Why Gimli?” Feather questioned warily. “What’s going to happen there?” I’m so glad you asked,” Alika declared as she turned to Feather. “You see, when we get to Gimli, Red hair is going to steal something from the Priestess.” She released a contented sigh. “Then I’ll have what I’ve always wanted… revenge on Briggs.” Grinning wickedly, she elaborated. “I will get what I want and Red hair will get the blame.”
9/5/20 Dream Weaver
9/5/20 Old & Wise (crow1971)
The last rays of light reflected over the water as he sat himself down near a fire. The flames warmed him. He had need of the warmth. He felt cold to the bone. Thoughts about his age, his past life, his experiences made him feel old. Perhaps it needed to make him feel wise too.
As he looked into the flames he could see his childhood. The playfulness of a young child that played with wooden swords. That played kite with his brothers. How much had changed since then. He had experienced the sense of freedom when he was with his tarn up in the sky. The rush of adrenaline when faced with combat or battle. The pain when hit by an arrow or cut of a spear of blade.
And although he had become a pariah for many due to his profession, he still felt they judged him wrongly. He never took a contract for the sake of gold. He never took a contract for the sake of his personal revenge or agenda. In all his time he had tried to be the one that would bring some justice when the laws within the city could not do so.
He valued life. He valued the beauty of his world. He always tried to be respectful to Freeman and woman. He had loved deeply and still did. He had a treasured love for his girl starling. How she had awakened something he had considered dead and buried.
He thought of her at this moment. How she only seemed to see the goodness in him. All the while he tried to bury it underneath his cold and calculated exterior. He knew that his life depended on his wits. He knew that any sign of weakness could make him vulnerable in this life.
He knew he had many weaknesses. Thankfully they were well kept secrets. Perhaps the only one that truly knew there were some was she. she who had made his winter to spring. she whose touch was so soft as velvet or silk. her smile that could turn a dark day into one of warmth and laughter. her look could see further than to what most would see. Perhaps she even knew to hide her knowledge even for him. she was aware of the danger of knowing him truly.
For a moment, he turned his eyes to the sun that seemed to dive deeper into the water. Would she love him in fear of her own death? Did she love him, because she was simply bounded to his will? Did she submit to him, simply because she had no strength to fight him? The mere thought that she might be all of this because he once had obtained her, scared him. He wished and hoped that she was the only one capable of seeing him for the honorable and strong man he was. Even after all his time of murder.
A deep sigh escaped him as it turned darker and only the flames were there to cast their shadows.
And with the last ray of light gone, the song of the starling seemed to dim in volume as to the silence of the night.
As he looked into the flames he could see his childhood. The playfulness of a young child that played with wooden swords. That played kite with his brothers. How much had changed since then. He had experienced the sense of freedom when he was with his tarn up in the sky. The rush of adrenaline when faced with combat or battle. The pain when hit by an arrow or cut of a spear of blade.
And although he had become a pariah for many due to his profession, he still felt they judged him wrongly. He never took a contract for the sake of gold. He never took a contract for the sake of his personal revenge or agenda. In all his time he had tried to be the one that would bring some justice when the laws within the city could not do so.
He valued life. He valued the beauty of his world. He always tried to be respectful to Freeman and woman. He had loved deeply and still did. He had a treasured love for his girl starling. How she had awakened something he had considered dead and buried.
He thought of her at this moment. How she only seemed to see the goodness in him. All the while he tried to bury it underneath his cold and calculated exterior. He knew that his life depended on his wits. He knew that any sign of weakness could make him vulnerable in this life.
He knew he had many weaknesses. Thankfully they were well kept secrets. Perhaps the only one that truly knew there were some was she. she who had made his winter to spring. she whose touch was so soft as velvet or silk. her smile that could turn a dark day into one of warmth and laughter. her look could see further than to what most would see. Perhaps she even knew to hide her knowledge even for him. she was aware of the danger of knowing him truly.
For a moment, he turned his eyes to the sun that seemed to dive deeper into the water. Would she love him in fear of her own death? Did she love him, because she was simply bounded to his will? Did she submit to him, simply because she had no strength to fight him? The mere thought that she might be all of this because he once had obtained her, scared him. He wished and hoped that she was the only one capable of seeing him for the honorable and strong man he was. Even after all his time of murder.
A deep sigh escaped him as it turned darker and only the flames were there to cast their shadows.
And with the last ray of light gone, the song of the starling seemed to dim in volume as to the silence of the night.
9/4/20 You run Freely
you run freely
through the flowery fields of Gor
for its extensive prairies of a thousand colours
and that your romantic and dreamy eyes
can see in it almost magically
a beautiful picture drawn by the sun
when you run your bare feet seem to float
on the grass bathed by morning dew
and you are wearing that beautiful and shiny hair
with feathers interlaced of cute colours
that you look proud while it is caressed by the wind
like a sensual and beautiful dance
your old arch aged by use
and that spear with sharp point with blood
a thousand battles are always with you
as if they were your best friends
you...beautiful and proud proud Warrior
you were a child of sorrow and pain long ago
torn flesh...thrashing and traction
were your life of silent pain and endless abuse
you remember with pain those nights of agony
lying on the dirty and murky floor of a cell
through the flowery fields of Gor
for its extensive prairies of a thousand colours
and that your romantic and dreamy eyes
can see in it almost magically
a beautiful picture drawn by the sun
when you run your bare feet seem to float
on the grass bathed by morning dew
and you are wearing that beautiful and shiny hair
with feathers interlaced of cute colours
that you look proud while it is caressed by the wind
like a sensual and beautiful dance
your old arch aged by use
and that spear with sharp point with blood
a thousand battles are always with you
as if they were your best friends
you...beautiful and proud proud Warrior
you were a child of sorrow and pain long ago
torn flesh...thrashing and traction
were your life of silent pain and endless abuse
you remember with pain those nights of agony
lying on the dirty and murky floor of a cell
9/3/20 Master and his slave
The absolute truth must be spoken to a Gorean master. It is forbidden to a girl to hide her feelings."
Page 346 -Captive of Gor-
She had known then that she was his, and in perfection.
I had no doubt they fitted together, in the order of nature,
in the most intimate, beautiful and fulfilling relationship
possible between a man and a woman, that of love Master and love slave.
Page 15 -Magicians of Gor-
"The slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him;
she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the
background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature, and the dispositions
of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course puts her more at his mercy; by making
it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the
helpless condition of her slavery, it gives him great power over her."
Page 42 -Tribesmen of Gor–
my Master...
When fear and anger take me
When i scream and rant and rave
When rage and horror fills me
Can you make me more your slave?
Can your arms contain my body?
Can your heart possess my soul?
Can your words engage my mind?
When I fall from both our goal?
When i speak so harsh and mean
When you hear my biting word
When i lose all self control
Can you not think of your sword?
Can your love still hold and guide me?
Can you see beyond my struggle?
Can you bring out my submission?
When i lose it in the muddle.
Yes...Master
You’ve calmed the raging fire
and now it only smolders
You’ve cleared the smoke that blinds me
Showed me how to climb those boulders
You’ve looked inside my soul
Through all i thought to hide
You’ve seen my ugly thoughts and deeds
And want me still to guide
i'll strive to bring you honor
i’ll do my best to please you
i’ll use the tools you gave me
To obey in all i do
love
your dreamer
Page 346 -Captive of Gor-
She had known then that she was his, and in perfection.
I had no doubt they fitted together, in the order of nature,
in the most intimate, beautiful and fulfilling relationship
possible between a man and a woman, that of love Master and love slave.
Page 15 -Magicians of Gor-
"The slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him;
she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the
background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature, and the dispositions
of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course puts her more at his mercy; by making
it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the
helpless condition of her slavery, it gives him great power over her."
Page 42 -Tribesmen of Gor–
my Master...
When fear and anger take me
When i scream and rant and rave
When rage and horror fills me
Can you make me more your slave?
Can your arms contain my body?
Can your heart possess my soul?
Can your words engage my mind?
When I fall from both our goal?
When i speak so harsh and mean
When you hear my biting word
When i lose all self control
Can you not think of your sword?
Can your love still hold and guide me?
Can you see beyond my struggle?
Can you bring out my submission?
When i lose it in the muddle.
Yes...Master
You’ve calmed the raging fire
and now it only smolders
You’ve cleared the smoke that blinds me
Showed me how to climb those boulders
You’ve looked inside my soul
Through all i thought to hide
You’ve seen my ugly thoughts and deeds
And want me still to guide
i'll strive to bring you honor
i’ll do my best to please you
i’ll use the tools you gave me
To obey in all i do
love
your dreamer
9/1/20 Can you hear me
can you hear me
hear what i say
what i’m whispering in your ear
can you feel
the offering
my heart as soft as cashmere
there for you
an open door
to my lap of fantasies
let’s join in ways
as we do
fulfill our destinies
can you see me
that what i see
the visions of dreams inside
waiting for you
to enter in
and lie with me at hearth side
written by Gods
of age-old days
a whispering touch in print
to loose ourselves
in sensual worlds
for you to leave your footprint
hear what i say
what i’m whispering in your ear
can you feel
the offering
my heart as soft as cashmere
there for you
an open door
to my lap of fantasies
let’s join in ways
as we do
fulfill our destinies
can you see me
that what i see
the visions of dreams inside
waiting for you
to enter in
and lie with me at hearth side
written by Gods
of age-old days
a whispering touch in print
to loose ourselves
in sensual worlds
for you to leave your footprint
8/30/20 dreames once more
i held a heart that wasn’t mine
it sang songs...but not for me
just how crazy had i been
all along hearing
so incorrectly
i loved you until...my heart bled dry
till the music
no longer played
till the only sound within my head
was the echoing madness
of an empty day
it was you...not the sun
that lit my days
it was you...not the stars
that filled my nights
now it’s me...all alone
for which no music plays
now it’s me...all alone
to create my new light
dear sadness and loneliness
you are just
mere vagabonds
passing through
despite your efforts
to stay with me
welcomed...you’re not
as this chapter starts new
because i fear not
for the sun...it will rise
each day as it’s done before
the milky way...galaxies
stars of the night
will be mine for wishes
and dreams once more
it sang songs...but not for me
just how crazy had i been
all along hearing
so incorrectly
i loved you until...my heart bled dry
till the music
no longer played
till the only sound within my head
was the echoing madness
of an empty day
it was you...not the sun
that lit my days
it was you...not the stars
that filled my nights
now it’s me...all alone
for which no music plays
now it’s me...all alone
to create my new light
dear sadness and loneliness
you are just
mere vagabonds
passing through
despite your efforts
to stay with me
welcomed...you’re not
as this chapter starts new
because i fear not
for the sun...it will rise
each day as it’s done before
the milky way...galaxies
stars of the night
will be mine for wishes
and dreams once more
8/29/20 Dance
he studies her face
as her hips glide
slowly across the floor
and he always seems to know...
when she's ready to dance
love knows the right moves
each time better than before
eyes locked...their song begins
and he always seems to know...
when she's ready to dance
the music plays inside their heads
as the world disappears
dedicated to the dance...they slide
in perfect unison to the beat
she looks up...touching his lips
shoving her body against him
pulling together...they move
in perfect unison to the beat
with fingers laced...they kiss
rocking together to low of the moon
and it's funny how he knows...
when she's ready to dance
drowning in her upturned eyes
he takes her down with him
suddenly...nothing else matters
and it's funny how he knows...
as her hips glide
slowly across the floor
and he always seems to know...
when she's ready to dance
love knows the right moves
each time better than before
eyes locked...their song begins
and he always seems to know...
when she's ready to dance
the music plays inside their heads
as the world disappears
dedicated to the dance...they slide
in perfect unison to the beat
she looks up...touching his lips
shoving her body against him
pulling together...they move
in perfect unison to the beat
with fingers laced...they kiss
rocking together to low of the moon
and it's funny how he knows...
when she's ready to dance
drowning in her upturned eyes
he takes her down with him
suddenly...nothing else matters
and it's funny how he knows...
8/28/20 a night ache
every evening...nearly the same
crawling between sheets...alone
crisp cold slips over bare skin
head rests onto pillows
the slightest whiff of musk
yet there’s none beside me
my arm reaches out
grasping invisible hand
surrounded in softness
drawing it closer
spooning embraces
as if to kiss and taste
the neck that’s not there
wanting for warmth
visions of touch
where bodies may lay
legs entwined
cupping there...grasping
stroking here...sliding
eager hands tracing curves
as if someone in spirit
feels my every move
there’s that scent again
with no visible source
so I take in a breath
hum my body surges in bliss
as if being touched
Closing eyes slowly
snuggling down
held on tight
I open my mind
yet no one is here
reaching at nothing
the pleasure overtakes me
as I slip into visions...moaning
sometimes the senses
are guiding hands
the body curls in
mind images elsewhere
ears ringing loud silence
heart beats faster...gasping
I surrender in movement
The emotions wander
thoughts are throbbing
warmth come here
just raking it in
mmm yes so delicious
until sweet deep release
then drift into dreams
I linger there
smiling eyes heavy
sighs escape...purring
perhaps somewhere afar
there’s another like me
sharing this moment
giving freely
and feeding
life
we’re no longer alone
at least...secretly...herein
until tomorrow
and brings again
the night ache
crawling between sheets...alone
crisp cold slips over bare skin
head rests onto pillows
the slightest whiff of musk
yet there’s none beside me
my arm reaches out
grasping invisible hand
surrounded in softness
drawing it closer
spooning embraces
as if to kiss and taste
the neck that’s not there
wanting for warmth
visions of touch
where bodies may lay
legs entwined
cupping there...grasping
stroking here...sliding
eager hands tracing curves
as if someone in spirit
feels my every move
there’s that scent again
with no visible source
so I take in a breath
hum my body surges in bliss
as if being touched
Closing eyes slowly
snuggling down
held on tight
I open my mind
yet no one is here
reaching at nothing
the pleasure overtakes me
as I slip into visions...moaning
sometimes the senses
are guiding hands
the body curls in
mind images elsewhere
ears ringing loud silence
heart beats faster...gasping
I surrender in movement
The emotions wander
thoughts are throbbing
warmth come here
just raking it in
mmm yes so delicious
until sweet deep release
then drift into dreams
I linger there
smiling eyes heavy
sighs escape...purring
perhaps somewhere afar
there’s another like me
sharing this moment
giving freely
and feeding
life
we’re no longer alone
at least...secretly...herein
until tomorrow
and brings again
the night ache
8/28/20 you were the one
Here upon my bed i wake
and turn on my side for one sake
the sake other my lover sweet
who only yesterday i did meet
on that cold and fog day
there was nothing i could say
my tongue was caught
at my one thought
how beautiful she was
and i only say this because
the first time i looked into her eyes
it brought about a slow demise
of thoughts of anger in my head
and i remember what i said
i called you my angel from above
sent so i could give my love
your mouth hung open at you surprise
then you thought i was telling lies
of how sweet you were
yet you had to learn
they were no lies i told
i wanted you till i was old
then your train came yet you didn't move
so i stayed too so my love i could prove
i started with your eyes of grass
sat in crystal clear orbs of glass
then i moved onto your hands
and such finesse they did command
then onto your hair of silk
softer then any quilt
next i complimented your legs so smooth
and watched the sexy way they moved
then onto your lips shaped sweeter the a dove
and suddenly you kissed me with your love
i felt warm i felt bliss
from your sweet and tender kiss
the way you made my legs go weak
its a stronger word i seek
stronger then love itself
i had something worth more then wealth
this thing would last forever
this would not end not never
and turn on my side for one sake
the sake other my lover sweet
who only yesterday i did meet
on that cold and fog day
there was nothing i could say
my tongue was caught
at my one thought
how beautiful she was
and i only say this because
the first time i looked into her eyes
it brought about a slow demise
of thoughts of anger in my head
and i remember what i said
i called you my angel from above
sent so i could give my love
your mouth hung open at you surprise
then you thought i was telling lies
of how sweet you were
yet you had to learn
they were no lies i told
i wanted you till i was old
then your train came yet you didn't move
so i stayed too so my love i could prove
i started with your eyes of grass
sat in crystal clear orbs of glass
then i moved onto your hands
and such finesse they did command
then onto your hair of silk
softer then any quilt
next i complimented your legs so smooth
and watched the sexy way they moved
then onto your lips shaped sweeter the a dove
and suddenly you kissed me with your love
i felt warm i felt bliss
from your sweet and tender kiss
the way you made my legs go weak
its a stronger word i seek
stronger then love itself
i had something worth more then wealth
this thing would last forever
this would not end not never
8/27/20 unspoken words
i often scribble in the sand
the words i find so hard to say
and hope the wind will come along
and blow them all your way.
8/26/20 4 Gifts for my Master
i kneel before my Master's feet and look into his eyes searching for the truth
i need as i vow to him my life
four packages lay on the floor...all are wrapped with love
i reach low to place the first in the lap of the one i adore
opened as quickly as if he had won it...he views my heart inside
it's yours Master and has been since the day you held me in your lap
the second gift is smaller...the paper silver gilt
is just my mind...i whisper...yours to do with as you will
the third one is medium size and compact
white paper...small white bow
i watch as he opens and i whisper...and now...you own my soul
i bend to pick the last gift up and trembles as i hold it
it is small....tears of love run down my face.
this gift has been the hardest
he smiles at me and reaches and watches the gift dissolve
Master...my love...i whisper...this gift is more than just my love
it can't be held it can't be wrapped
the gift is my surrender
i need as i vow to him my life
four packages lay on the floor...all are wrapped with love
i reach low to place the first in the lap of the one i adore
opened as quickly as if he had won it...he views my heart inside
it's yours Master and has been since the day you held me in your lap
the second gift is smaller...the paper silver gilt
is just my mind...i whisper...yours to do with as you will
the third one is medium size and compact
white paper...small white bow
i watch as he opens and i whisper...and now...you own my soul
i bend to pick the last gift up and trembles as i hold it
it is small....tears of love run down my face.
this gift has been the hardest
he smiles at me and reaches and watches the gift dissolve
Master...my love...i whisper...this gift is more than just my love
it can't be held it can't be wrapped
the gift is my surrender
8/25/20 allow me to be me
8/24/20 Freedom of Chains
the heart of a poet
once open
scribbled with a pen
can no more be fully cared
by only one woman
by only one man.
their hearts once shared,
belong
to the entire universe
once open
scribbled with a pen
can no more be fully cared
by only one woman
by only one man.
their hearts once shared,
belong
to the entire universe
8/23/20 but here i am next to you
8/23/20 not Permitted
"I looked down upon her. 'You are a wanton slave,' I said. She looked up at me laughing, A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions,' she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten."
Marauders of Gor, page 278
Marauders of Gor, page 278
8/22/20 Let me be
Let me be the drop of water falling from the sky,
a drop of water in the cascade of splendor from a fountain,
making rainbows for thirsty eyes who cannot stop shedding tears.
Let me be the drop of rain falling from the sky
into an ocean vast, one tiny little drop in the collective sea
stretching from here to eternity.
Let me be the dewdrop falling into the steam,
flowing down from the highest mountain, finding its way along an effortless trail,
through crevices and under rocks, through soft sand and around tangled roots,
becoming ever stronger, growing, gaining strength and wisdom
from the battering through many rapids before hurdling down a waterfall,
falling, falling, falling, to become the mirror-smooth lake
at the outstretches of the maelstrom, cleansed by the path it followed,
all the while held in the fluid arms of the creator.
Now you can to see through the sparkling water the dancing rays of sunlight
playing hopscotch over moss covered stones and swaying fronds,
colouring the scales of the water creatures in the metallic shine of mystical knowledge,
of change, rebirth, renewed, adapted, accepted, and there’s wonder in that which we are,
who we’ve become, who we were destined to be just as the spirits, flying free in the breeze,
seeing from eyes of love and peace, tolerance and friendship, kindness and empathy,
of all, for all and everything that is.
a drop of water in the cascade of splendor from a fountain,
making rainbows for thirsty eyes who cannot stop shedding tears.
Let me be the drop of rain falling from the sky
into an ocean vast, one tiny little drop in the collective sea
stretching from here to eternity.
Let me be the dewdrop falling into the steam,
flowing down from the highest mountain, finding its way along an effortless trail,
through crevices and under rocks, through soft sand and around tangled roots,
becoming ever stronger, growing, gaining strength and wisdom
from the battering through many rapids before hurdling down a waterfall,
falling, falling, falling, to become the mirror-smooth lake
at the outstretches of the maelstrom, cleansed by the path it followed,
all the while held in the fluid arms of the creator.
Now you can to see through the sparkling water the dancing rays of sunlight
playing hopscotch over moss covered stones and swaying fronds,
colouring the scales of the water creatures in the metallic shine of mystical knowledge,
of change, rebirth, renewed, adapted, accepted, and there’s wonder in that which we are,
who we’ve become, who we were destined to be just as the spirits, flying free in the breeze,
seeing from eyes of love and peace, tolerance and friendship, kindness and empathy,
of all, for all and everything that is.
8/22/20 Sometimes
Sometimes I just lay, and take in the day
Oblivious to all that’s around
Mindlessly enjoying time as it flies
Eager for nothing but sheer silenced sound
Traipsing through and around my mind,
Intimate day dreams, which come one by one
Masquerade the truth, new fantasies born
Enjoying this day, of unrealistic fun
Sometimes, just sometimes
Oblivious to all that’s around
Mindlessly enjoying time as it flies
Eager for nothing but sheer silenced sound
Traipsing through and around my mind,
Intimate day dreams, which come one by one
Masquerade the truth, new fantasies born
Enjoying this day, of unrealistic fun
Sometimes, just sometimes
8/21/20 i must give in to you
i must give in to you...
it has surpassed being only a wish...
an ideal...
a thought...or process of cognition...
it's become as natural as breathing...
it's the air surrounding me...
it's the sun's vibrant rays...
the specks of dust captured...golden at first...
then brown...and dusky gray...
i must give in to you simply because i must...
because i cannot separate you from me...
i cannot find the "start" and "finish"...
but ultimately...i must give in to you
because i know you desire me to...
and in that...i desire it too..
it has surpassed being only a wish...
an ideal...
a thought...or process of cognition...
it's become as natural as breathing...
it's the air surrounding me...
it's the sun's vibrant rays...
the specks of dust captured...golden at first...
then brown...and dusky gray...
i must give in to you simply because i must...
because i cannot separate you from me...
i cannot find the "start" and "finish"...
but ultimately...i must give in to you
because i know you desire me to...
and in that...i desire it too..