The Gorean Voice - November 1999

Apart
Shades of crimson and magenta dot the heavens,
the sky once again changes it's classic hue,
Darkness slowly emerges, enveloping the landscape,
signaling the end of another day.
Watching the last trace of color vanish,
night wraps it's chilly hand around a girls heart,
Longing for Your warmth,
shivering without Your touch.

Waiting breathlessly for Your return.
knowing a new day brings us closer,
closer to each other,
a girl bound, mind, body and spirit,
encased in steel, locked by devotion and of course, by
love

jaedyn

"The Tarnsman"

The tarnsman hurls his mount aloft
And feels his spirit soar
The wind roars past, both hard and soft
It thrills him to the core

Gor falls away beneath his feet
He feels alive and free
He spins and barely keeps his seat
Dives almost to the sea

Rising, laughing, man and bird
Exhilaration reigns
Knows sights unseen and sounds unheard
Existence without chains

He sits astride his winged steed
Perceives its brute, fierce love
Not even the warrior's creed
Can match this life above

Majestic views he shares with none
Save his brothers of the air
Who fly with him into the sun
Who have the strength to dare

"Ta-Sardar Gor!" the warrior cries
Words catching with his breath
He cares not if he lives or dies
Life seems the same as death

But when the beast begins to tire
It is time to descend
He knows its wings must feel afire
Its life he must defend

So they alight, he grooms his tarn
Seeks shelter for the night
Paga, slave girls, sweet and warm
Anticipating morning light

For the pleasures he can find on land
Hold allure for him no more
He dreams of sky, immense and grand
Though asleep he longs to soar

Before the dawn he springs awake
Tarn eagerly awaits
Together they the ground forsake
And strive for heaven's gates

JuliaMarie

Beware stranger

It's a harsh world you've entered
Beauty has been woven
From the very fabric of life
Natural instincts unleashed
You may think
That does not sound harsh
Take a step back
And beware stranger
Watch stranger
The savage wonder of beauty
Observe the wonders of a desert landscape
How far into it's beauty can you wonder?
Admire the view of a raging ocean
How deep can you plunge in it's embrace?
Learn stranger
The harshness of natural instincts
For her child a mother will kill
For a man a woman shall die
For a woman a man shall kill
For his child a man shall destroy
Instinct
Raw, ingrained, inborn instinct
Constrained upon your world
Only unleashed in moments of passion
Here...instincts
Are unleashed... always
Learn here at the door stranger
The first step to survival
Here before you enter stranger
Step back and beware stranger
Instinct stranger... instinct
Trust your instinct stranger
Beware

Rakella

Have you ever tasted fear..
Heard your teeth chatterning within
Felt tremors in your hands
A quivering that tightens your muscles
Then releases them in a spasm
The tickling of water down you spine
From such terror
Are cowards and heroes born
One rooted to the spot
Strives to break free and run
The other rooted to the spot
Strives to break free to fight
To the observing eye
Both seem terified
Both seem courageous
To the rooted ones
Each know himself
A coward or not

Rakella

depuis quelque temps
depuis trop longtemps
la mort rode autour de moi

elle a fauchée à cette mère
cet enfant inocent
qui na pa vécu un an

elle a fourdroyée ce père
sans pitié pour la misère
la tristesse des orphelins

elle a transpercée une mère
les larmes des orphelins
formeraient un ocean

Un jeune adolescent
à peine dix sept ans
a agrandit son royaume

cette pauvre folle
tombée à ses pieds
qui la pleurée?

la mort depuis quelque temps
recolte et recolte
quand viendra la saisons des joies?
quand cessera la musique des sanglots?

depuis longtemps la mort rode
mais j'entends dans le lointain
une revolte qui gronde

Muriel
....
for some time now
for too long now
death has been crawling around me
....
she swept from a mother
an innocent child
that never had a birthday
....
she struck down a father
without pity
for orphans made that day
...
she took a young mother
the tears of her children
could make their own ocean
....
a young teenager
only seventeen
just one more for her abode
...
what of the crazy woman
fallen at her feet...
who wept for her?
....
for too long now death has been crawling
harvesting and haversting
when will come the season for joy
when shall the weeping season end...
....
for too long now death has been crawling around me
but I can hear now...
not too far away... I can hear...
a revolt is growing...
....
Muriel aka Rakella

Giving
What can a slave give to her Master?
Her submission?......he took that when he collared her
Her body?......he claimed it along with her spirit
Her mind?......he demands her every thought
Her love?......he took her heart when she surrendered

Is there nothing a slave can give her Master?
What does she own, that he has not already taken?

He owns her very soul, the nakedness of her very being
Utterly his, forever chained to his will.....

A slave cannot give anything.....

She is simply HIS.

chrisy{JZ}......Jezyrack's slut

red

a girl always found herself in it
even as a child
they swathed her in the vibrant color
her passions burned that way
alive, churning
her temperment and will, as well
forceful when a girl believed
but always for another
always did it find her
it was like life's blood
clarity and purity
the color of life
the color of a slut
it marked and ravished her
a slave.

mierin

emerging...
i lay one day
happy in the coccoon
wondering what i was
unsure of the present
holding what i had about me
living in the past
you stripped me bare
exposing the fact
i now had wings
i clung tenously
to the shell that trapped me
but you destroyed it
"fly" you said
but i worried i did not know how
"fly" you demanded
and i closed my eyes and let go
as the moth to the flame
ever growing closer
i may wish
to flit at it's edges
warming my wings
but the choice is not mine
i surrender to the flame
it is my only defense
it is pure joy and happiness
it is completeness
you are the flame
i am the moth
you knew me, slave
i surrender, my Master.

mierin