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Sammie Dec 2017
And the moment felt so right
When he was holding on to her so tight
He could feel her heart racing faster and faster
And he knew that he was her only master
Knowing so he loosened his grip
And alas! That was the very moment she tripped
Roaming all around so **** free
She was like a bird, not settling for a tree
He came around and saw there was a flaw
That the bird now was going towards the Hunter's claw
He whistled and whistled and called her back
She had returned slowly but something still lacked
No longer did she desire to be held by him close
For her the danger and risks were her familiar dose!
Hoping that she could just stay longer
She knew even her master was no stronger
But that was their fate
And they had to accept it before it was late
For her wings were at stack
And the master simply couldn't hold her back
He had to let her go
Because she was meant to be in that flow
He set her free and let her flew up and above
Because he never had a cage for her..but simply tender love
Larry Dixon Nov 2017
I’m a puppeteer, I pull the strings.
Once I catch you, you are forever my doll.
You can hide it, you can even fight it, but I’ll always be able to make you do things.
You will always follow my protocol.

You may think you have a choice.
You may think you have free will.
But you will follow every word of my passive voice.
And I’ll use you to get my thrill.

If you ever leave, I’ll leave a string hanging so I can tug on it when you’re gone.
You may think that you’re safe.
But in the end you’re just my little pawn.
The path Is set for you and you cannot strafe.

For I am a puppeteer and I must confess.
I am the best at this game I call chess.
REDACTED Nov 2017
Experiment.
Fail.
Learn.
Repeat.

Develop.
Master.
Life.
Complete­.

-Life completed, now leaving earth-
Meh, a very short one.
Ako Nov 2017
The garderner spread the butter on her bread,
The wind gently sways her golden hair,
The joyful maiden with a butter bread and beer
All those moments gone as the master said,
"Could we cultivate lives on this land no more?"
She said,
"No master, they spread their ecstasy. The soil has gone addicted, they have gone addicted."
The master contemplated,
"Was it that plague?"
"Yes, greed and ideology. The poison of soil and soul. Mix them together and the blood spills."
A contemplation.
Poetic T Oct 2017
We speak to the master
                 but our voice
is like coins down a wishing well
                                     Wasted...

Our hands clasped up,
           looking upwards to eyes
                   never staring
towards our failed gazes...

The shackles upon a minds
                       contemplation
wrenched from what is clearly
      misinterpreted but still is clenched.

But there are a growing number
                    that see no master
and are slave to none...
      The shackles of eyes open...

There is a master and a slave,
      through mans voice the master
controls the herds..
           but now the cane has snapped.

Now our own voices are heard,
          not bowing to another's whim.
We are not slaves on bended knee...
      hands clasped as if we are in the wrong..
Britney Lyn Sep 2017
I'm so tired of fighting the demons in my head, but how long will it take before I realize you're controlling them.
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
How benevolent my character
As the sun spits rage upon your earth
Floating above the madness
I condone all who sacrifice for me
At a mere glance of notice
That my brow will quiver towards your gesture
Entertain not my body
But my entity until the end of time
For my shadow will cast death upon all
And all will hear my name as a screech in the night
A howl at the moon
A crack throughout the skies
I will be heard through all of space and time
Until time can no longer fathom flowing further
Bestow every thought you can muster
Towards my ear within a matrix of tribute
To ride away would not be wise
For the soul of you and your blood
Will serve at the feet of the dead
Until the echoing of my boast
Comes crashing down upon your heads
Confining you to my side once more
To ride away would entangle your fate
In misery until the end of clocks
With me
The master
And you
The tame
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