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The Dust - Apathy in life exposes your cracks

By D. Sager, published on Feb 10, 2012

You see beauty everywhere, your supposed to be happy. Your not.

You see people laughing, your supposed to be a part. Your not.

You see tears falling, your supposed to feel. Your not.

You see prayers offered, your suppose to do that. Your not.

You see life passing, your supposed to do something. Your not.

And worst of all, you just don't care. I mean you really, really, don't care. About anything.

Its a death you feel in every little crack of your soul.

Like dust collecting, its death in the small areas of your life.

But wait you walking... (more)

Tags: sex, death, tears, mental health, happy, soul, abuse, desire, spring, success, substance abuse, lust, dead, pray, voice, quiet, crack, prayers

All In - Reasons why I bet it all

By D. Sager, published on Feb 9, 2012

You mock me when I place my whole being on a bet that you believe is a total loss. Let me tell you why I place all my chips on this roll of the dice... I see the beauty overlooked by hasty and careless lovers I see the hope in her intelligence, which she hid because she was told to be seen and not heard I see the potential in her crazy wild rebellion, it chases the common fools away I see the wonder in mischievous eyes, her wildness never tamed I see the strength born from the violent men she has endured and survived I see the determination to never give up, though the world laughs... (more)

Tags: violent, passion, rebellion, chips, survive, eyes, warrior, wildness, crazy, dice, lash, scares

Holy Sanctum - The Invasion

By D. Sager, published on Feb 6, 2012

The malevolence is forceful, it pushes on me, Malicious hands covering my mouth Tearing at the clothing of my soul, I feel its hardness Slamming me against a battered wall of reality Laying on me, the scarred fingers of putrid goodness, Pull back the hair on my sacred ground Its hand on my throat, cutting off life from my holy sanctum Now its weight is on me, in me, pushing and pulling me I respond with lustful, corrupted innocence The shattered mirror of my soul speaks Why have you done this?

First Written in opinionsofeye.com

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The Queen, Part 11 - Taking Out The Trash

By D. Sager, published on Feb 5, 2012

The sting of the needle, inserted quickly out of necessity, brought me back to consciousness. The graybearded, decrepit doc had me laying on the kitchen counter, working out of an old leather bag which resembled the texture of his skin. Evidently I was out for a while, as he busied himself cleaning up. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the body of our attacker wrapped in heavy plastic, red smears on the inside looking like a crazed water-color painting. My Queen was calm, her hands stroking the blood, my and his, from my body. I noticed a strength in me, her strength, unafraid and capable... (more)

Tags: sex, dancing, oil, drugs, desire, gun, blood, lust, kissing, criminal, stripper, queen, dancer, shot, nipples, pistol, rage, sexual, shower, young woman with old man

Like Heroin - Addicting Pleasure

By D. Sager, published on Feb 4, 2012

Your fire melts me, held in the spoon of your love Your hands draw pleasure deep, In a gentle push your seduction overcomes me Your touch brings me peace, like heroin in my soul Slight touch, sliding into my conscious will Deep warmth creeping into the void Gentle smiles invade empty rooms Your touch brings me sleep, like heroin in my mind I chase hand blazed trails with my eyes Hoping to breath in your essence Unnatural pleasure this thing you do Your touch is addicting, like heroin in my body

First Written in opinionsofeye.com

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Tags: touch, lust, pleasure, fire, addictions, seduction, blazed, heroin, spoon

Into The Dark - Take me to your dark places

By D. Sager, published on Feb 3, 2012

I will follow you there, into the darkThe dark is my lover, I caress its shadowy folds.Come, join me in the midnight blacknessIt soothes the brightness of truthThick blindness holds us tightOur fears close but held at bayCold, our emotions now irrelevant

I will follow you there, into the darkWhere lie my deepest fantasiesLay down your fear my sweet womanTake my misty promises into the wildnessOf the unknown, unfeeling, and unbelievableProvoking them to give their hidden treasureas I follow you there, into the dark

First written in opinionsofeye.com

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Tags: poem, lover, cold, fears, midnight, promises, dark, blindness, blackness, treasure, bay, misty, wildness

The Fall Of Leave - Losing the wings of desire

By D. Sager, published on Feb 1, 2012

Stepping over the edge, I fall gentle but fast Everything a blur, except the ride now past I struggle with clipped wings of desire Feathers floating in a pinion fire Calls they echo, on cliffs of saddened Still I fall, my wings abandoned Through flight condemned to aviary Caught by fate in the fall of Leave

First Written in opinionsofeye.com

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Tags: poetry, fall, leave, flight, edge, aviary, cliffs, feather, pinion, wings

The Queen, Part 10 - The Resistance

By D. Sager, published on Feb 1, 2012

Whispering directions to her room, her voice was scant, forcing me to listen. Speaking softly, she could make others stop their routine to pay attention. Her eyes pulling them, me, closer as we leaned in to listen. She led me to her house, a loft in an unpretentious part of town. The door popped when she opened it, perhaps she hadn't been here in a while. My Queen had access to many places I'm sure, not to mention the access she gains so readily to the hearts of her subjects. The smell of incense, strong and lingering, permeated her sanctuary, adding an element of Eros to the sultry décor.... (more)

Tags: sex, dancing, oil, drugs, desire, gun, blood, lust, kissing, criminal, stripper, queen, dancer, shot, nipples, pistol, rage, sexual, shower, young woman with old man

I Will Never Be Alone As Long As I Am Here

By D. Sager, published on Jan 28, 2012

I would do anything to keep from being alone. Pay any price, be used to the "nth" degree and never say a word. Being used is better than being alone. It stings knowing the object of my affection will hurt me, will maim my spirit, will destroy my forward progress. Still, I follow hard after her, pressing all into maintaining that relationship to avoid the terrors of being alone. What compromises have I willingly conceded to? What violations of my self-esteem and personal space have I allowed for unrequited affection? What tortures has my heart been through, even my body feeling the... (more)

Tags: torture, friends, alone, self esteem, nerves, fire, codependence, body, compromises

Arachnia - Many Hands, Many Deaths

By D. Sager, published on Jan 20, 2012

Brushing lightly against you, a breeze carrying your seeds

Alighting on me, travail of my soul just to begin

Fire runs a course of nature through my primal veins

Caught now by the spider silk of your trouble

I feel the pull of your bite sinking my soul into rapture

Your many hands finding their way, using my body

Your many eyes seeing everywhere I hide

My escape now wound in your lair, wander lust begins

In circles you lead me, my mind numb with senses raging

One escape grabs my fainting sight, away from you I fly

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Tags: nature, rapture, lust, bite, breeze, faint, numb, seeds, silk, spider, travail, veins

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