Ephemeral

A quiescence mind,

Stillness surrounds,

The silent lull,

Between wakeing,

And the dew,

Left behind,

By the memory,

Of dreams,

Languidly evaporating,

In the heat,

Of my cup of tea,

Ephemeral gauze,

Lifted,

From oceans of blue,

A transitory moment,

Grasped fleeting,

By the words,

Of the poet.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The Long Struggle

End of summer,

Scent of rain,

Cool wind,

At sunset,

Falling leaves,

Danceing,

Like lovers,

Celebrating,

Once more,

Feeling alive..

Relief from heat,

Brings peace,

After long struggle,

And loneliness,

An old friend,

To keep company,

As skin cools,

And heart,

Blazes bright.


Best wishes -SirHanz

Brats

You ether enjoy them.. or they drive you nuts.

Brats love to push the envelope of what they can get away with. Always testing. Often they seek the structure and attention that is a repercussion of their actions. Even if it is negative attention they feel it is better than being ignored. Some even lash out at their dom because they seek to constantly reassure themselves that he/she cares for them enough to correct them.

Some brats will submit when called out for their behavior, others want to be forced to submit. This is a crucial difference the dom needs to be aware of. If the dom is expecting submission when they call out the brat for misbehaving and the brat keeps pushing, the dom may be unshure if they have the consent to force them into submission. If it has not been discussed beforehand they may feel like the submissive is revokeing their submission. So.. all you brats out there.. communication is a necessity. Be shure your dom understands how and why you act the way you do. And if your not shure why then definitely sit down and have a good think.

Brats can be a lot of fun, but they take more attention than the average submissive. Like a dog that will chew up your shoes if they dont get enough exercise. They need the reassurance that they are loved and will act out if they feel they are not getting what they need. So walk your dog if you dont want bite marks in your sofa.

And now for the brats.. be careful how far you push your dom. A little funishment is great. A big punishment because you pushed a little to far… not so much. Teaseing you dom is one thing.. being disrespectful is another. And it can be a fine line to walk.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Contrition

So as may of my readers know.. I am a recently discovered switch. I have been exploring my submissive side and have a lady goddess I am exploring it with.

Well… I was writing a post on brats (which I will post later) and talking with her. I thought she may enjoy me being a little (or a lot) bratty. . . . And completely bit off more than I could chew.

Part of my punishment is to write a post detailing how sorry I am for my behavior.

I fucked up.

I was inconsiderate and rude.

I was a brat and deserved to be punished.

I have no excuse for my behavior other than it was out of a desire for attention.

I should not have acted the way I did.

I thought only to tease in the hope of a fun punishment. A funishment.

I went too far.

And I am sooo sorry.

I will not do that again.

I will not do that again.

I will not do that again.

I have disappointed my goddess, my beautiful shining one.. and it weighs heavy on my mind.

She who I charish,

She who is my gentle wind,

I have cursed,

And chalanged,

Now brought low,

I beg from afar,

Cast from grace and pleasure,

Into the lonely dark,

A small mercy,

A lantern in the night,

A bit of her light,

Calms my panic,

And lights the path,

To forgiveness.

Saddened by my actions -SirHanz

The Storm

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

Desire

Desire… the root of all kink and want.

From a desperate longing to a brief flash of flame.. it is something searched for and found unexpected.

There is so much wrapped up in that one little word. The anticipation of a first date.. The dread of rejection… The need to be loved for who you are. Desire motivates us to do things we would never think of or try without it.

Desire drives us to sacrifice, to cry havoc and loose parts of ourselves that steal our very breath away. It can be beautiful or disastrous. Not all desire is healthy, or even sane. But that does not make us want it any less. Each experience we have inspires some kind of desire. It can be anything that sparks desire, a look.. a certain way of moving.. creativity.. a glimpse of forbidden skin.. the way they speek.. intelligence.. the lines of their silhouette.. anything.

The basis of all desire lays in the mind. Through it all want and need derive.

Why do we desire?

What do we desire?

Who do we desire?

Does it even matter at all why if we do?

These are all the questions we should ask ourselves. I have my own answers but everyone will have their own.

For me.. i desire because my experience and memory draws me to things I enjoy. even if those things are not yet known to me.

I desire connection. that above all else but personal serenity. I desire love like I need to breathe, a deep seated desire for affection and touch rooted in my own personal demons. From the lightest loveing touch to the fierce passion of lust driven sex. I desire to be desired, wanted, needed. I desire inspiration, the bright flame of creation that burns me hollow and drives me to obsession until it is complete.

Who do I desire? A goddess of divine mind and body. Broken in ways that make me want to wrap her in the safety of my arms and words. imperfections that make her perfect in my eyes. stimulating and inspiring, enticing and seducing in the same breath. Playful and elegant, caring and compassionate. Kinky and quick with a laugh. And most of all… deserving of being loved without reservation or judgement… You may be wondering if such a woman exists.. and if she does.. how would I ever know she is all the things I desire? Simple.. i will tell her everything. Share my secrets and flaws.. and instead of judgement… she will inspire me to show her wonders.

Desire is the dream that shows us what hides in the deepest parts of our souls. We can fight it, push it down and force ourselves to forget. Leaving us unsure of why we feel so cold and empty all the time.

Or… we can embrace it. Dive deep and take a deep breath when we are sure we will drown. Fill our lungs with passion and let our blood burn.

I will leave you with this final thought..

If you could.. at this very moment.. have the desire that tightens your chest, shortens your breath, and blurs your thoughts and vision. What would you give? What would you do to have it? What would you risk? How far would you go to seek it out?

Think hard… each of us finds our own limits and must decide. Is it worth the risk?

I have made my choice. I choose to follow my desire and cling to hope. I choose to feel alive, and trust the fates have not foretold doom, But woven my life with purpose to bring me to the one who will cherish and understand my gift.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Writeing prompt “Madness”

She licks her lips,

And takes it off nice and slow,

Her hips,

Make me beg for a show,

She nothing human..

sensual nightmare,

Wakeing the beast,

Crawling under skin,

Vision clouds with madness,

Painting thoughts in black,

Looking inside,

Watching from within,

The setting sun,

Devowerd,

By the maw,

Unleashed,

Rending chains,

Of lies,

Shattered dreams,

Spread apon the bed,

Scattered by her lust,

Trapped inside,

Her siren song,

Of razor blades,

Tied,

To,

Her,

Lips,

By fire,

Sainted monster,

Howls insanity,

Awaken..

And feed..

On the sweat,

From her eyes,

Redemption,

In a devil,

Sated…

Blind..

Eaten alive..

Between her thighs.

-SirHanz

The Reaper

I stood before the reaper,

Grining unafraid,

Hello old freind,

You’ve a dept left unpaid,

Spoke dry and dusty bone,

Have you come at last?

To find your way home?

Not i today,

And you need not terry,

For my uncle is not ready,

For the boatmans ferry,

Death comes to all,

Spoke the apperition of doom,

If you take him i say,

You will never leave this room,

A charnal house laugh,

You would threaten death?

I took a deep breath,

And set my feet to bar the path,

We have spoken before,

When it was not my time,

So i offer a choice,

Now there was Menace in my voice..

For your kindness shown,

Walk away.. I say,

Or i will have slippers of bone.

It laughed so hard,

Dust flew from its eyes,

The balls on this one!

Tremendous in size!

A shadowed grin,

I thought i saw,

As out it reached,

With its bleached white paw,

It claped my sholder,

I must away,

You amuse me greatly,

But i can not stay,

I have a party to attend,

And i intend to play,

Then it was gone,

Like there was nothing all along,

And i looked back at the bed,

My uncle was sleeping,

Dreams filling his head,

I knew he would wake,

Cured of cancerous hell,

And once again…

Be alive… and well…

best wishes -SirHanz

Introspection

Remembered forgotten things,

Obscured by life,

Dulled by the new,

Bright and shiny..

Slowly covered with dust,

Pushed farther back,

Into dim recesses,

Untill a stray thought,

While rummaging,

Through forgotten time,

Tips it out of the atic…

Stooping down,

Brushing away cobwebs,

Its bright and vivid once more,

Smileing at the memory,

Of feelings and joy,

I set it on the shelf once more,

There for all to see.

Best wishes -SirHanz