The Gorean Voice - March 2000 - Vol II Issue 9

...His witches heart....

At his hand she becomes woman
At his touch she becomes whole
the sound of his voice starts her heart pounding
one look in his eyes and he claims her soul

the strength of his hands can comfort
that same srength can break her in two
a touch of his fingers can thrill her
that same touch will give punishment due

Across his knees she learns her place
At his whip she learns to obey
in his ko~lar she learns that he owns her
and that "Yes Master" is all she can say

His hands have claimed her body
His words her Heart and Soul
His to Own ..His to do with as he will
His every pleasure her Only goal

at his feet she is kajira
in her heart becomes his slave
her only gift she had to give
her sweet submission is what she gave

she is nothing lest she serve him
she is noone with out his name
she cannot go back to who she was
she will never ever be the same

and so she calls You Master
and so she serves you well
You own this girl before you
all others before you pale

Take her please and keep her
teach her all that she can be
and Please my Master... Never
let a girl be far from your knee

angella r. Suggs/ ~layce~{LUC} 01/00

The only space not streaked with blood
is the space washed out by tears

Men went to war for a place to pray
children were killed
children were orphaned
could he not hear your prayers elsewhere?
can he hear them now over the wailing?

Men have gone to war for land
Men have gone to war for race
Men have gone to war

and the oceans have risens
filled by the tears
so many tears shed
by so many innocents

rivers have swollen
blood fed rivers
rivers of blood

while mothers have wailed
and fathers bemoaned
children have died
children have cried
and wars have gone on

is a place to pray
more precious then a child's life?
is a place to stay
more worthy then a child's laugh?
is anything worthy
of a single tear from a child?

through the eyes of the satellite
one day we shall see the truth
an image of earth red as mars
where
The only space not streaked with blood
is the space washed out by tears

Where's the fire in your eyes
the one that use to shine
rendering every night into a day

what happened to your smile
the one that use to laugh
without making a sound

has life been so harsh
or have you asked too much
searched beyond today
searched for tomorrow
or looked for yesterday

There must have been a time
when everything was right
today was good enough
and opened the way
for tomorrow

was life simpler then
or was it maybe you
that searched beyond the rain
for beauty in each day
for a laugh in the sky
beneath the clouds

search once more
but search not far
search for a smile
that can laugh
without making a sound
search for a fire
that shines from within
turning each night into day

search once more
but search not far
search for yourself
search within
search once more
for yourself