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My Spirituality in Relation to My D/s Relationship

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DaddyO's BDSM

by DaddyO


I was a late bloomer not only to this kinky life, but to sex itself, as I toiled in the confines of organized religion for 10 years of my early adult life. Some may spot the resentment and therefore must deal with my displeasure and agnostic skepticism of Christianity and other "spiritual" and "woo-woo" things both eastern and western.


I am an atheist hedonist, so when ancient deities, rituals other people have proclaimed as "the only way" and faith-based "morals" culled from religious texts begin to interfere with our relationship, it becomes more than problematic.

 

I derive great pleasure in pleasure, and for some, a relationship with what they feel is a "higher power" may accomplish that. It doesn't for me. For me, the D/s relationship and the high of sensual and sexual communion is the higher power and what should be given the devotion.

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2012, 2017 

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MATHEMATICAL PREACHER LADY

don’t understand me
no numeral of quantity
preacher lady looking
at accusations in a book
saying infinity is proof
of a mathematical sacrifice
that saved humanity
if only we could get back
to three and then zero
says quantum physics
is why we have clocks
and space shuttles
slipping through cracks
in the fabrics of blankets
claims blankets are white
masses, says I’m mass
the tree is mass, birds
are mass and a mass
is a spot that breaks
into a speck so small
my car is invisible to god
claims i don’t pray right
because i do it with my
hands and my speech
is imperfect, can’t talk
to god with a slur or slang
says i need to be prized
and perfect like a precious
moment figurine, demands
i stop calling him home boy
he’s not your boy, throws
a piece paper at me with
nothing on it but a squiggle
in the middle of a circle,
claims it represent life
and who i used to be
when i had a brain
and understood counting
was invented for more
than money, need to crunch
the numbers to understand
my sister is the same as me
though she died in a hospital,
tells me i’m better than nobody
but I act like a stranger hiding
my divinity code under a hat

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is what genuis looks like in a poem!

Requiescat in pace

Peace

The feeling of rest

After a hard day's work

The weightlessness of relaxation

Finally

 

Serenity

No reason to fear

No longer any worries

My mind is happily blank

White like new-fallen snow

While I sit by the fireplace

On a Christmas morning

 

Calm

For my spirit is calm

My soul no longer pains me

I'll soon fall asleep

To waking dreams

And an eternity

Of sunrises  

Barrels

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Love

For at the bottom of my heart;

The dregs of my emotions lie

I'd given all to you

And you drank without satisfaction

I filled your glass over and over again

Yet you could not be content

 

I had nothing left to give

And then, like so many before

I was thrown aside

Cast out like a leper

But the thing about barrels

Is that they can be refilled

And someone wanted me to be filled

They poured their heart and soul into me

They completed me until I overflowed

They granted me a purpose, and a meaning

 

So now as I look upon you

Inebriated in your unfulfilled grief

Wasted in your past iniquity

I pity you

For we cannot be connoisseurs only

But we must be barrels as well

For we cannot drink alone

But must be drunken from again

Media

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Light and Dark

Men of Iron, Men of Smoke

Red hands hidden in their cloak

Helter Skelter in their hearts

Silence people, so they start

End beginnings, death of life

Pleasured pain, calming strife

All their “truth,” is but lies

Hide the demons in their eyes

Propaganda lead the people

Separate the laws and steeple

All who speak against them die

Total darkness soon is nigh

All of those who live are dead

 

In a white world made of red

Ode to Summer's End

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Just For Fun

Let me take you

In your mind's true eye

To blue-green pastures

Ocean-like waves of grass

Flowing gently over hill and dale

The sun gently shining

Partially cloaked behind the clouds

The crickets singing to each other

Fall is soon at hand

But for now we enjoy

Those few last days of summer

And as we lay on the warm earth

We'll daydream at how fast

 

The year has gone already

Rhapsody

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Just For Fun

Silent time is passing

Pleasant melodies fall upon my ear

Swinging, swooning,

Waltzing melodrama

Imprinting their faerie-like steps

Deep into my mind

I am lost

In a tidal wave of euphony

An effervescent motif

Returns like starlight after sundown

There is no time

For eternity sits in this moment

There is no war

For my heart is stilled

My soul is quiet

 

I am finally at peace

Devil Train

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Light and Dark

I hear that Devil's train

Hot on my heels

Come to collect, I suspect

What he thinks he owns

 

Time is short

But I've got some left

So I'll burn it up

And blow it in his face

 

Here and gone

Like cigarette smoke

Rush to my head

Speed to my death

 

Neon past lighting my way

But I can't see whats in front of me

Walking down the path ahead

Red hand in my pocket

 

Death, in my thoughts,

Is racing to a stoplight

But unlike others

Red means speed up to me

 

I'll live long after I'm dead

That you can count on

Long after I'm gone

 

I'll still be around

Relational Maturity

Time flies

As clouds fill the skies

So far from you

And yet standing beside each other

Can we weather the wind and the waves?

 

Whisper me words

I've never heard before

Underneath dark storm clouds

As waves drift us further away

 

Reach out your hand

Take yours in mine

Together we'll weather the storms

That strike out at sea

 

And as our troubles cease

We'll stop drifting about

And look to see the stars in the clouds

At least we'll imagine them

Before Poseidon's waves drag us below

 

But I hope there's one thing that you know;

Hold on to me close

As we sink into a melancholic sea;

 

I've got your hand, and will never let go