This poem is called:'Unnamed yet (Sex & Love and subordination)'. You can read it here or on everypoet.net for a more Poetry-minded atmosphere.
Unnamed yet (Sex & Love and subordination)
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother. Afterwards only more followed.
I seek happiness and find it often in lost gates in the mirage of my Galaxy on the streets in between garbage cans on the street and forgotten faces that catch my attention. I witness everything around me as a computer registers keystrokes. It’s the next dimension I want to share with you. It’s the Ultimate I have reached. Still, you are missing. Still I cannot find you. Where are you?
Or is it my poverty that a bright Star has reached?
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother. Afterwards YOU were my victim and many more followed.
Ever since I was born I had but one wish, I had but one craving, one lust. YOU as my victim. I want a female that surrenders to me unconditionally. I want a female strong enough to survive me. I want to abuse you and use you and share with you and love you. I want you to know that I control you. I want you to know that you are mine. I want you to know that you are my Spouse. I want you to know that you are my wife.
Has my poverty reached a bright Star and struck lucky?
I feel lost and above everything. I need someone or something pure and untouched like it was in my youth, like it was a hundred years ago, like it was a thousand years ago.
How the world has changed since. How I feel lucky to have known different times. Older times when the Soil was something you could scent miles away. You could even touch it and feel it and still feel clean and know that purity was not a fantasy.
In those days the Trees where still blooming perfectly every Spring. Green was green and people remained somewhat uncorrupted. I don’t want the Brave New World I am living in. I don't want pollution and corruption. It’s not easy to find someone that hasn’t been spoiled by society. It's not easy to find someone who hasn't been spoiled by the Brave New World. It’s not easy to find someone still pure in thoughts and love and most of all pure in subordination and gift.
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother. Afterwards only more followed. I want YOU to be my next victim. I want you to surrender to me. I want to abuse you and use you and love you. I want you to know that you are mine. I want you to be my Spouse. I want you to be my wife in love and gift.
I don’t remember when I first met you. I can’t recount the moment you caught me. I must have been off-guard or caught in-between visions of distillation on the wall. Futuroscapes entangled in colors of kaleidoscope stars between the twinkle of Light and colors. That’s how hard you struck me. That’s how it goes. You get caught and with no mercy whatsoever.
Your beauty is unmatched. You are like an Empress waiting diligently for me. Your wisdom is far beyond mine. Everything about you is more than me. That’s why I want to abuse you and use you and love you. I wonder my luck. Am I worth you? Am I good enough for you?
Or is it my poverty has reached a bright Star?
I am just a layman. I am just a writer of Pulp and nonsense and spirituality. I can equivoque Rumi and Khalil Gibran in reality not in jokes. I can see the whirling upon the sand in my own Universe and even write about it. Still that is not enough. I seek more. I seek thou. I seek thou and want to hold thou and want to control thou. I want thou to be my victim for ever and ever until the End of times and even after that.
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother. Afterwards YOU followed and more followed. They all followed. They all got destroyed. Have I struck lucky and founden you at last.
Are you strong enough for me in your majestically slender beauty?
Your beauty is unmatched. Your beauty is unparalleled. Your wisdom is far beyond mine. Everything about you is more than me. That’s why I want to abuse you and use you and love you. I wonder my luck. Am I worth you? Am I good enough for you?
Or is it my poverty has struck a bright Star?
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. That’s how I am born. That’s my karma. That’s why I have founden you. You are my karma. You are my gateway to another Universe. You are so far beyond me. It’s a dream. It is like in a dream that I can’t awaken from.
A nightmare of splendor and beauty turned upside down into a tornado that catches fire and disappears and brings me happiness just at the thought of you. A tornado alight! A tornado upon descent and destruction. It is beyond me. I want you to be my next victim. I want you to be mine. I want you to be my Spouse. I want you to be my wife.
My poverty has struck a bright Star and Thou are my subordination. Thou are my luck, thou are my love, thou are my slave.
I am born the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother. Afterwards more followed. After that THOU followed. They all followed. They all were destroyed, spiritually or mentally and some even physically. They killed themselves or they were killed by themselves.
They all remembered me. I am born with the sword in the hand standing up. I have but one craving. I have but one commandment. I have but one remedy. I can make you subordinate, make you happy and make you my slave.
Still this is not enough. Still only only thou can bring my completion to a whole. Only a couple can be perfect in might and strength. This poem is for you. This poem is to you. This poem is your inspiration and my shortcoming.
Your thoughts stand up above all other females. You thoughts stand up above my thoughts by your majestic and slender beauty.
Poem category: Romance Sexual
