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.
