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Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
We love having pets because they are helpless enough to know us as masters,
But we are frightened because we know they can slip away and become their own masters,
Oh the treachery of power,
The deceit of glory,
For I know,
And even you know,
Deep down,
That to contain the energy of a small animal makes you no master,
It grants no power,
The real power lies in the ability to release something that can destroy you,
And to conquer the thing that has the capacity to devour you.
uzzi obinna Jan 2017
Above the clouds the ocean flows,
where it goes no one knows,
Angels descending on cavalries,
souls ascending to the heavenlies;

"Away from us" the sinners cry,
"sing to us a lullaby",
"away with the counsel from the throne",
"we will live our lives on our own";

visit not the old cemetery,
the living has left such territory,
He now rides an elegant horse,
the earth trembles at his voice;

The broad way has led men to a place,
Of pain, rejection and disgrace,
the narrow way has paid after all,
happy are they who answered the masters call.
Zach Hanlon Jan 2017
Puppet, puppet,
dance to my whim.
Squirm under string,
and bend to my will.

Puppet, puppet,
hear my call.
Listen only to my word,
and never anything more.

Puppet, puppet,
ever breaking.
Your strings will snap,
and you will fall.

Puppet, puppet,
where have you gone?
Who am I
without my marionette?

Puppeteer, puppeteer,
where did you
get your strings?
who do you dance for?
Lea Viitaniemi Dec 2016
We share a room, Anna and I
Master bedroom, wonder why!

Master is here, right by our side
It's inevitable, we cannot hide!

He is here, believe it or not
Better believe since He's all we've got.

Master leading, holding you tight
Don't you worry, He got it right.

He has got us, all and all
There is no need anymore to fall.

His love will lead us back to God
To laughter and love, to be so awed.

Let our hearts beat with Him
Masters inspiration be the whim.

We are safely in his arms
He helps us undo all the harms.

We don't have to worry, Anna and I
Master is here and we know why!
This poem was written on a four week silent retreat in Thailand.
Devin Ortiz Dec 2016
My Master died some time ago

But he left me 'The Ways of White Folks'
And he taught me about 'Democracy'

I recall the 'Dreams' and the 'Dreams Deferred'
And how he sang 'I, Too'

With less than a hundred years between us
His lessons are the same

America for him was brutal
America for me hasn't changed

So with the words he left me,
I craft my trade in his name

With artful thought, I pay my dues
Studying my master, Langston Hughes
Waitherero Nov 2016
What was, is done,
What will come, will come.
When I'm finished,
I shall be who I truly AM

Circumstances shall change.
People will still be here or they will be gone.
Who knows.

What I  know is, what I let in,
Is my decision to make on my own.
I shall dimand the changes I find fit,
For myself ALONE.

I'm shedding the passive ways of living.
And taking action and forgiving.
I shall NOT take any unwanted weight from the past,
Into the new Life, I chose, I WANT!

I shall not crumble, I will keep having faith
In all I DO in all I AM and BECOME.
I will NOT and cannot wait.
I Am from now on my own Saviour who will never be late.

Because I AM the master of my fate!
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
Darling Dragon Blue,
Your life is a circus
full of ambiguities leaving you stumped,
unable to discern good from bad, truth from lies,
enemies from allies.

The Ring Master,
Master Illusionist,
Master Magician,
call him what you may,
he knows this,
he feeds off of this.

your misplaced trust
gives him power.

He targets you,
his spinning whip sings I love you,
Striking down ******* your soul,
drawing blood from your heart,
Painting hate in your eyes.

He announces you as his greatest possession,
his greatest achievement,
the love of his life.

But now the show’s over.
he looms over you
using his two faced mask to scare you back in your place
feeding off your insecurities and self doubt,
he grows stronger.

“Dance my boy Dance!” he cackles
‘STRIKE’
“Sing my boy sing!”
‘CRACK!’
he lines his whip with false love
to numb your pain.

But only for a little bit.
Only for a few seconds.

Long enough for you to believe it doesn’t hurt.
Long enough for you to forget his dagger words.

A damaged young dragon,
you burn your sorrow into the glass
when you whisper I love you to the mirror.
“I love you” it reads back.
and you feel so empty.

You realize you’re tired of performing on strings.
you yearn to dance freely, to soar high into the unforgiving sky
you want to burn this place to the ground screaming
“I loved you!” Roaring your mighty roar releasing your fright,
Spreading your mighty wings created for magnificent flight,
your bound legs unable to carry you,
you fall to the ground.
cold, helpless, the flame within you
threatening to die out.

The ring master finds you.
a confused frightened smile creeps onto his face
“I love you” he sneers
as he kicks you back into your cage
wondering why, oh why you tried to escape.

again with false love,
he manipulates you, a creature
endowed with so many beautiful talents and gifts,
not realizing he conditions his “ I love you’s” with pain, anger, and hate.

and you a mighty dragon only wish to control your own fate.

And so Enough.
you roar.
Enough.
The fire inside you erupts into a great blue star
transforming the carbon in your ribs into your
diamond heart,
melting your golden bones allowing you to change form.

For Darling Dragon Blue,

It is HE. that should fear you.

Darling Dragon Blue.

**I LOVE YOU.
Alan S Bailey Sep 2016
I once had faith in human-kind's goodness,
The idea that people could grow up,
I once thought people were genuine,
But now it's all gone down the drain,
People are just one and the same.
Some men are afraid to be sensitive,
Certain women can't seem to toughen up,
It's all what popular society wants,
For people to become something they're not.

But this has to sound like a cruel song,
No one wants to hear how I feel,
In the end everyone is on their own,
You love defending the master, at his heel.
I will do as I'm told, carry on with a heavy heart,
This way of life will tear us all apart,
I bid you adieu, time to be swallowed whole
By societies ever oppressive ways and greed,
Become what people want, never what they need.

*It's the worlds end, like anyone pretends they are aware,
And in the end it seems that no one was really there,
And in reality, no one even cares.
After all...no one cares! Will delete this POS soon, I've been writing for so many years, and I'm still a newb! I ****! I'm sorry I offended you all with my ****** poetry!
What is this force that is in me
That drives me now to submit
I cannot understand its power
nor my need of wanting it.

so I seek you out as Master
knowing the pain you will bring
as I beg for the slightest attention
to reduce me to less than a thing

....Francesca Anderssen 2016
Another love poem for those who seek discipline and control as part of loving
I write of what I know.
I hope my readers will understand that too.
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. ***** yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been kind and courteous
My book of collected verse is on Amazon (Francesca Anderssen)
on kindle and paperback
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