The Storm

Poetry 1 Minute

Cold the chains,

That bind the thunder,

Rolling beyond the horizons edge,

Clouds bloom,

Heavy shades of iron and rust,

Light departs in a trail of embers,

Dust laden wind,

Lashing my neck and arms,

Violent warning,

Tasteing of earth and lightning,

Braced on a knee,

Fingers twined in stone,

Face to the sky,

Rictus grin,

Amidst the bruising storm,

Screaming defiance,

As branches crack and fall,

Under the blade of exploding air,

Frozen hell,

A rain of hammers,

Still I hold,

Broad sholders,

A shelter of pain,

Slowly passing to gentle rain,

A soft mew…

As I hold the kitten to my chest,

And set my eyes toward home.

-SirHanz

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My path in writing, art, or poetry had always been one of seemingly contradictory things meshing to find balance.  Transporting a reader into the depths of their imagination or showing a glimpse of the world through my eyes. Inspireing new thoughts or shifting a readers view to a new perspective has always made me smile. Writing connects me to strangers and those I care about. I write as a creative outlet and as a way to share my thoughts.  Sometimes catharsis,  sometimes simply seeking to share or create beauty.  I openly write about my experiences as a dom and the kinks I enjoy. Sensuality and sexuality both find a home in my work and inspire me to write. I pour feelings onto the page like splashes of paint, throw them out into the world and for some reason people like them. It baffles me but I enjoy the hell out of it. I hope I can continue to inform, amuse, and inspire desire in you all. Best wishes  -SirHanz

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