141 results for 'D. Sager'
A razor drawn, through the colors of my life
Red trails follow, enough to spite.
Angles deep and narrow channel
Direct the flow, excite the annals.
Now I’m left with the tint of life
Spreading quickly toward a light.
I yield again to the cutting's peace
Nothing left not even speech.
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Now love is to suffer at addictions hand,
The fight that happens I can't understand.
I wish it were you that love freed.
But addiction won, it a sturdy steed
Forcing itself on love's soft breast
Love itself would lose the test.
So take your leave I know you will
Follow your lust, I love you still
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I gave love the last burst of my precious energy,
hoping to revive her before she passed on to the light.
No shock on earth could ever start that heart again,
growing cold as stone before my eyes.
The hardness creeps in like darkness at sunset,
first intriguing and beautiful, but then, a cold wind
blows from the darkness, night is coming.
One last chance I gave love, I started a fire in her,
using all the dead life I had in me as fuel.
Nevertheless, she refused to breathe.
Now I feel her life ebbing from my... (more)
We walked out of the camps, no glances this time, no questioning looks, instead I could feel respect, an empowering feeling, especially for a man like myself, merely a subject of the Queen. My Queen now followed me, letting me lead for the first time, she was still in control, and where else should a shield be, but in front? I walked confidently, knowing the way back, my pants sagging a little from the weight of the black piece stuck in my waistband. It was nice that they filed down the sharp edges of the sight and other areas that might snag should I pull it out quick. Now the knight had a... (more)
I could feel the strength of the wind.
Fresh, dark, mystical wind.
On the shadow side of the steep mountains,
clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.
Strange feeling, exhilarating yet,
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.
Smells, fresh, moist, sounds of a tree,
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.
How is it that I fit in this mystery?
How is it this wind takes me?
Like a seed carried away from my past, by ever-present
but constantly changing... (more)
How strong am I? I didn't know until I faced death, loneliness, depression, lost a loved one, felt the pain of hating my body, experienced the betrayal of a lover, and wrestled with an addiction. These I have done and come back from, being rewarded with an understanding and compassion for those teetering on the point of no return. So many people on that edge, looking self loathing, rejection, and death in the face. These are the outcasts, the downtrodden, the incarcerated, the elderly, the dis-formed, the dysfunctional, the addicted. I will be a friend, a partner to those rejected... (more)
I see you. Hiding there. You think there is no one like you, no one that understands, no one that imagines what you imagine, embarrassed by your fantasies, feeling guilty about the thoughts you think. Your mind goes on journeys, far, far away. You know I'm talking about you, the married man, the happy family man, entertaining those impulses. I see you young lady, thinking what it would be like. I see you, Mr. minister, thinking that your exuberance for religion, which you try desperately to follow, will save you. You do things that are leading you farther down the road to escalation, to... (more)
I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head
The other, finding its way down the silken trails
of your neck, your breasts, your hips
Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly finding all of you
My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,
Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate
Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,
I join with you, deep in your love.
My kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,
Drawing a touch of red from my excitement.
We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion... (more)
They said to me, “Walk!”. My feet wouldn't move, frozen by the accident. Appendages that normally would make me useful, mobile, independent, I now drag them along, taking care that I don't injure them, leaving me bleeding or with an undiscovered infection. The accident, as I call it, was not an accident. It was a purposeful intended act, inspired by lust and hate. They did to me that which I cannot tell, the acts so horrific. Regardless of the details of their brutal incursion, what I was left with was a handicap, one of the mind, not the body. Having to make do with a shredded normality, crawling... (more)
She beckons one, she calls, she caresses you from afar.
You can't see her, she knows you
You can't hold her, never in your arms
Hearing her singing in the trees, their leaves rustling her name
Now you want her, feeling her desire
Now you long for her, feeling her power
Now you look for her, hour after hour
Hearing her singing in the wind, the breeze whispering her name
You know she will fool you, she will give you great pleasure
You know she will hurt you, she will give you great escape
You know she will lie to you, she... (more)