I sorta inadvertently...

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I kinda inadvertently had a drag race,

in sorta town/burb...

KILLED a Z4 *big grin*

...my baby’s still got it!

Anni, this happened before your comment, huh?!

The Cage

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The cage is shrinking, squeezing the air from my lungs,

my limbs are cramped as the bonds grow tighter,

my body lifeless, and these eyes would rather stay shut

in a dreamless void to escape the numbing, suffocating demands

created by the choices I’ve made and the life in which I live,

that keep pressing down and down and down…

A part of you dies every time you stifle your dream,

when you push it in the corner to make place for

demands of little consequence.

Your world becomes smaller, your thinking is forced

into line as you would scolded a child,

throttling every spark of passion and pleasure

before it can touch you, to prevent you from stretching and breaking

the bonds so carefully placed on you.

These shackles are now too tight, the cage’s become too small,

rebellion has sneaked into my dreamless void

and shocked me awake with visions of a point beyond this non-existent life,

leaving me with the key and the choice

to huddle in this corner, a well-controlled obedient puppet,

or to open the door to a daunting and scary world

where the chance of freedom, pleasure and peace exists,

where I have the chance to be true to me,

when will I unlock the door?

Sweetest Perfection

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You place me in a dreamscape, create magic with your being,

you're the freedom all elusive, making every nerve-end sing,

you remain inside my skin, every moment, every day,

always yearning for your presence, I can’t from you turn away.

You’ve touched me deep and placed me in a state I can’t endure,

ever needing you beside me with intentions quite impure,

as I need to have you with me, you make living so worthwhile,

for a moment of your love’s enough to last until I die.

Past the Limit of Fear

 

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It’s the dream that keeps recurring with unexpected regularity,

a dream that draws the very same picture over and over again,

and each time it leaves me frightened as the end is always the same,

while the dread lingers in my soul for too long a time thereafter.

And the dream appears again, with the outcome still the same,

yet this time I let the scene play on and the dread has somehow gone.

In it’s place a strange sensation, is this freedom so unknown?

Seems the moments past the end, doesn't mean the end at all,

as there is still more out there, past the limit of our fear.

This is the Time

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The sun has just risen, there’s a bag in the back

with a passport and their dreams, and they are heading

to unknown places that are calling their name.

The time of change is upon them,

duties done and responsibilities terminated.

The world is now their stage to follow their instinct,

directed by their need to live their thoughts

with obsession and infatuation before darkness claims their souls.

Ahead lies the open road, nights of dancing until dawn,

speeding down byways as if the devil were chasing their tail,

and a freedom that leads them to intense satisfaction

in there where they are, doing that which they wish,

and release the dormant passion into discovering and feasting

on each other with their body, their mind and their souls

finally freed from expectations.

Living Against the Odds

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When you live against the odds,

general sanction isn’t high

but you’ll get the chance to chase

every dream that you desire.

Thrills that make your heartbeat race,

put goose bumps onto your skin,

are worth so much more than winning

every dime store prize life brings.

And you may not find the rainbow

nor the picture perfect life,

but you may just find another

soul who’s heart beats just like mine...

Rhythm of the Tides

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My restless soul has found

it's final resting place,

where the trail of footsteps end,

at the edge of the warm white sand.

Here the water rolls to meet me,

touch my spirit with their knowledge,

as the whispering waves have led me

to their arms, they’re calling me.

And I walk into their rhythm

where the tides us re-unite,

merging in this written moment

at the very start of time.

Lost in the mist

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Every cell in my body is screaming for you to take me into your hold, in that darkness of oblivion you bring to me, to carry me on that dreamy river of star-kissed waters where the rays of the full moon bestow on me the gift of you as the redeemer of my freedom, who raises me to rapture, leaves me yearning ever more...

Does the music ever end...

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Would you let the record play,

let it play until the end,

feel the motion of the lyrics

skyward you the heavens lend,

feel the rhythm of each drum beat

pulse though body and your soul,

‘til you’re lost on different plane

where through ecstasy you scroll,

finding gratifying pleasure

in a pace both hard and slow,

does the music ever end,

or forever through you flow...

Trip without End

 

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With faded jeans and a loose-buttoned shirt she enters the room.

Through the fringe of her dark hair and expressionless face,

she scans the flow of people, absorbs their energy

before moving to a booth in a dimly lit corner.

She settles back to watch, an aura of ‘don’t come too close’

keeping the curious away.

Her gaze sweeps the bar before pausing on a tall, hard stranger,

leaning against the wall with a look of disinterest,

yet his eyes caught hers as she looked at him,

and he held them fast in a magnetic stare, through the wall of her seclusion,

and pierced into her mind without a doubt of being refused.

He moves towards her, the casual t-shirt and worn jeans

unable to hide the rippling strength and power underneath.

He takes her hand to the drum intro of ‘We’re an American Band’.

Captivated she follows and their bodies move together,

‘til they touch, joined from thigh to hot, wet lips,

and the heat between them burns their surroundings to ashes.

Still silent they walk out together, ‘Follow me?’, to which she nods her assent,

drawn by the silhouette of the man while driving sightless through unknown streets.

The shock of his touch as he pulls her to him and the urgency in his lips

explode into her consciousness as awareness returns to her leaping senses

and they feasts on another with a hunger they can’t stem.

With the first light of dawn, without sleep on this bed, she rises;

with a kiss, without a word, she leaves, turns left down the main road,
towards the highway, on this trip that may not end.

The Mask

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The handcuffs slip into place,

and I walk through the corridors of my mind,

closing the doors to freedom of self,

locking the door to my restless spirit,

then tuning my thoughts to those wished by others for me,

hide the soul and the life-force that’s coursing through my veins

and is rebelling against the chains of restrictions and convention

but is unable to tear free from a captor of unknown description.

My heartbeat is slow, my limbs have slipped into the pointless pose of submission

that as the mask of quiet demeanour slips into place,

my eyes are dull, my lips utter automated responses

in this script of captivity and death.

The Return

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I’ve closed my eyes, I’m on my knees, I’m torn by opposing force,

I cannot distinguish right from wrong, I am lost without further recourse.

If true is what’s written into my mind, by society deemed as right,

then I must confess that I have sinned, passed the line that is black and white.

Yet if emptiness threatens to drown your soul, curtails your thoughts and your deeds,

is risking it all to free yourself, survival or should I concede?

Then I look through the stars to the moon at night with these rambling thoughts alive,

the longing and yearning it overwhelms, then I know for my soul what is right.

‘til the break of dawn shatters dreams with its light and duty is what it brings,

the answer so clear in the starlight recedes while the sun swiftly clips my wings.

So I’m asking you now, for another day,

let me fly with that which I for yearn,

free inhibitions that take me away,

‘ere to sanity I return.

The Last Bow

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But then how is it possible that I still feel this way,

these feelings intense that disturb every day,

I wake up each morning just waiting to feel,

this draw towards you to have lessened appeal.

I’ll smile and I’ll tell you, ‘Lighten up, it’s not real’,

with a mask on my face I will feign..... ‘til I kneel.

My legs are too weak,

my thoughts make no sense,

the more I try shaping them the less my defense,

to follow the call that moves through me now,

take that what I want, then I’ll leave with a bow.

I'm Lost in your Magic

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This moment now, is when I miss you,

the images in my head are no longer good enough,

when I close my eyes and feel your touch

it feels fainter and fainter every day...

I can hear your laugh, and your cheeky grin

that hints at unspoken promises

of later delight,

your eyes that sparkle when you laugh,

turn black when I lead you to the edge of the cliff,

your thighs that stand strong,

hands that work and hands that find delight

in my flesh,

and the smell of your skin,

the taste of a cigar on your lips,

and I am lost in your magic, I want you again...