Island of joy

To be with you on Isles so grand

The sun is hot, we lay on sand

Our bodies sweating from the love

We shared until we had enough

And then the simple rain bird sings

A song of joy and rest it brings

We listen to it, open and amazed

Our eyes are closed, yet still we gaze

How does this little birdie know;

our faith and curse, our heart and soul?

It’s magic all around

Between us too, which keeps us bound.

The place of old, the place so dear

With someone warm and very near

Needing the gift that you did keep

Finding your hand while you’re asleep

Could this ever be - become

With our hidings dark and strong?

Our beliefs and our stories

Brought us pain and hardly glory

Made us hard and cold and soar

Fearsome, hurt and full of roar

But the Lion’s dreams prepare

The choice to change it – if we dare

Sir Cameron

The unbearable lightness of disguises….

The unbearable lightness of disguises….

When I would take your pair of shoes

and flee with them to smell your feet;

at that lonely toilet room,

when I greedy meet my need.

Would you like it when I told you?

Would you really want to know?

Would you feel disgusted or excited?

Would you then explain your glow?

When I would force something between us,

a thing you did not freely choose.

Bringing release to me;

and for you; delight? abuse?

Could you live with knowing this?

Could you bear my self-esteem?

Could you trust me with my bliss?

Would you expect another scheme?

Are you strong enough my dear?

Free of guild and free to lust;

Are you ambitious to endure;  

the apparent breach of tact and trust?

Could you stand your ground and smile?

Could you stay yourself, untouched?

Could you yield the power balance?

Would you see my act ill-judged?

When I start fucking up your mind;

I play you on your female core;

Penetrate your self defence,

making you my little whore.

Would you like to be a slut?

Give you over, relishing the flow?

Enjoying mysterious new heights,

Allow to blossom what we sow?

And if you do, are we then not

Prisoners of our own device?

But if we don’t. Then will we not,

live our lives in sad disguise?

The Sadist Song

The sadist song

/ best sung on the melody of “All the way” by Jimmy Van Heusen (1957) /

A sick and weird impression,

less humane by every session, that is how

strangers do describe you

in a way to compromise, to - hold you down.

Fearing what they cannot label; closing up to the realm.

Where a true free view enables; seeing you being real

That person just depicted

and so zealously convicted - is not you!

If not shown in sane ways,

all the bad and in between plays; leave you rude.

Systems of submitting doctrine; can never set us free.

Blessed are the few, the pristine; who accept … and let be

As, when you swing that flogger,

back and buttocks so in trouble; leather rains

dropping hot and mean blows

until finally your work shows; colourful strains.

When the levels keep on rising - and pain results in tears.

Sobbing moans and wicked thriving - don’t divide, but draw near.

And if somebody awkward,

simply states that you’re a bastard - let it rest!

For the games we’re playing

in a place were love is staying – make us blessed.

Who cares what the world is saying, as if they understood.

Just share what your heart is giving, then everything will be good.

For these sides we’re showing

in that place were love is glowing – display our soul;

… make us whole.

Pain

Pain, pain, pain

Cutting my heart like a blade

Making me feel empty and strange

Robbing me of control

Pain that hurts me so deep

Pain that I always carry within me

Pain that I must endure and take

Pain that I have not chosen

Pain, what is your lesson?

When your waves come over me,

I ride on them like surfing on the sea.

Following the flow – deep in me

Pain, do you show me who I am?

Where my borders do lie

Who is near and who is far

Forcing me to cling, to cry?

Pain, what in you we fear?

We can bear your stings:

with courage and with pride,

staying all the same; hiding in our hide.

And so tricky is that pain

Even when you’re firm on top

Devoutness is for them - not you!

Does your pain confuse you, toppy flop?

Pain is just a natural thing

given us to be

Whether administered by you on them

or something you receive.

Pain is just an instrument.

Guiding you to show,

What your feelings tell, you see:

Pain can hit you hard and simply set you free.

Pain is our experience

By which we get defined

Yet pain is not our essence

So do not loose your mind

Once you have to process pain

Then afterwards so clean and pure

Your lovely self remains

Poem by Sir Cameron - belonging to: BDSM and the Pain of Knowledge