Discovery....

by Dangruscurvz

Discovery....
And the light comes on...
We see it in the distance....
For a while, we simply revel in the discovery..
Like slipping on an old comfortable glove....
We fit easily into the worn leather..
So much becomes clear....
"This is why I react that way.... ahhhh...
" There is a reason for our discontent...
We were struggling to be natural..
In an unnatural world...

The discovery is joyous...
All this time we thought we were the only one...
But now we know....
There are others...
In finding them....
We find ourselves...
We find affirmation....
A kinship is formed...
We clasp hands and form bonds..
Men and women...
Friends and lovers...
Bonded by the truth....
That what we are...
What we feel..
Is real...
Natural.

And so, we move steadily toward the light...
Each on our own singular path...
Sometimes joining...
Sometimes crossing....
At times, diverging ....
But, each moving in the same direction...
Towards the light..

But, between Discovery and the Light...
There is darkness...
Taking only what we think we need....
Gathering as much knowledge as we can possibly carry...
We load our packs...
And forge into the darkness...

As we tread, the load becomes heavier..
Some leave things by the side of the path...
Things they deem unecessary...
Pieces of themselves...
Now discarded..

Some leave behind original thought..
Carrying only bits and pieces of the truth..
Scavenged from those who passed this way first..
Those who already made their way through the dark...
Parroting their words ....
Plagiarizing, yet never understanding....
In an attempt to race through the dark ....
And get there quicker.

Some leave behind their weaknesses...
Wearing the knowledge like a Mardi Gras mask...
Strutting like peacocks...
Squawking and making a great deal of noise...
So afraid that if they do not put on a display...
No one will notice them..
Never realizing...
The new "persona" never fully conceals....
The person inside it...

Some discard their past...
Burying it deeply...
But never deep enough...
They climb on pedestals to see the path ahead...
Weilding the knowledge like a weapon...
Slicing at anyone who comes too close...
Stabbing at anyone who glimpses the truth....
That the pedestal is only a crutch...
To make them feel taller...
Built on the sins of the past...
And the bodies of old friendships...

As they gather more and more knowledge...
Greedily snatching up every word...
Every quote...
To get one more than the next guy...
They leave bits and pieces of themselves behind...
Discarded...
Buried..

As more and more is discarded....
In favor of the right words...
Instead of being closer...
The light seems farther away....
And the darkness....
Darker...
All of those things hidden and denied ....
Swirl around them in the dark....
A storm of unwanted memories...
That refuse to die....
Rising up to obscure the path...

The path that was once so straight....
Now just seems to circle back into itself....
Because the map of knowledge...
Is useless without a compass....

Each person brought a compass with them...
Into the darkness....
But some discarded vital parts....
To lighten the load...
In the quest to be the first...
The best...
The most...

Many will stay in the darkness....
Condemned to wander...
Flailing in the darkness...
With the weapon of knowledge...
At the shadows...
Of what they were.....
Straining to see in the light...
What they might have been....

But some rare few....
Will return to where they began....
Retracing their steps....
Struggling to reclaim all of those parts hidden, lost or denied....
Rebuilding the compass with each piece recovered....
Original thought...
Humor...
Compassion...
Weakness...
Honesty...
Heart...

Each an essential piece....
Of the compass...
That points us toward the light...
Because all the knowledge in the world....
Won't help....
Without the guiding force....
Of the compass...
That is our humanity...

©Copyright, Dangruscurvz 2001. All rights reserved. Do not copy, reproduce or distribute without written permission from the Author.

Free

by Kilronis

In the starlit sky she sought,
Her new destiny, she thought,
Uncertain, she walked up,
A high tower, to the top,
Upon a high bridge she did walk,
The tarn wire above did balk,
What she wished might occur,
A Tarnsman taking her in a blur,
Of feathered wing and basket firm,
The thought of which made her squirm,
With a fear she has never known,
But a feeling to often has shown,
Itself to her time and time again,
Almost like an age old friend.
Capture she does seek tonight,
In all its mystery and fright.
But tonight it will not be
And for another night she'll be
Free....

©2006 Kilronis

Stained from years of use
It sits, gazing across the plain
Of one Man's existance.
It sighs as he wanders about
To and fro, unsure
Of what he seeks,
Yet still he searches.
He begins to fret
Looking about in pain
Knowing he has lost
Something very dear.

He turns.

He looks to the west
Toward the setting sun
Hoping to catch but a glimpse
Of what eludes him so.
It sighs with disdain
For it was ever here
Always by his side
Never to leave.

He waits.

He sits upon the plain
Wallowed in despair
For he can not find
That which he has lost.
A gentle touch comes
Upon his shoulder soft
He turns quickly to see
That which he has sought.

He smiles.

"I thought I had lost you
For years I have searched
O'er hill and plain
All o'er this scorched earth.
Alas you've been here
Despite my past so black
How happy a man am I
To finally have you back."

It smiles.

"I have never left you
Even though you forgot
That I am what Guides you
In all things that you've sought
The wind carries my name
The rain sheds my tears
The sun shows the passing
Of my ever turning years.
My weight is quite massive
My worth has no price
You took me back with you
Of your own free choice..."

Together.

He walks along the plain
Happy and so proud
His Honor he has regained
Within his final hours
. He looks into the twilight
And knows it spoke so true.
Together he can do anything
Without it, his soul is blue...

© 2006 Kilronis

I am her Master
the woman falls at my feet
bound and loving it

Some people stay far away from Gor
If there's a chance of it feeling good
They hear a voice inside of their head
They go to BDSM instead

Some people live with the fear of a touch
And envying those of us who do not
They will not listen to anyone
In case someone tells them the truth

I know you're trying to protect yourselfI know you're pretending to be somebody else
Who you're "supposed" to be
You've not come to me
To listen to the truth
You've been denying you could ever feel
Denying that this just might be real
I'll show you the truth if you'll see

Some people can't see through the lies they're told
So they will never get a look at the truth
I'm only willing to dispel the lies
Because I am a Gorean man
I am a Gorean man
Oh yes I am

Some people say they will never believe
Dreams that keep them from sleeping at night
Because they only remember too well
When they wake and take a look at themselves

Some people lay awake every night
Instead of living their dream in the day
Some people find that it's easy to deny
What they're feeling inside

I know you don't want to hear what I say
You may even keep turning away
But I'm living here and I haven't lied

Just be willing to try
I'm done preaching for awhile
If you think me a fool, so be it
Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
There's not a fight I believe that I'll lose
It's the will of a Gorean man
I am a Gorean man
Oh yes I am
A Gorean man

You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
Easier than to step out into the light
That's your decision
I'm not recruiting
But anyone I meet
If there's a chance of helping them understand
Something that I learned at the very start
It takes hard work and a lot of heart

Some people hope for a fantasy life
Some people just take life as it is
But I'm not willing to live less than the truth
Because I am a Gorean man
I am a Gorean man
A Gorean man