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A quick thank you

Thank you to all the wonderful people who for some strange reason enjoy my blog.

So to reward you for your diligence in reading all my word salad and random writing I give you all this.

I see you…

Watching me…

Hiding your gaze when I turn,

Suddenly engrossed in your phone,

I’ll pretend I didn’t see,

Let you have your guilty pleasure,

I’ll let you fantasize and dream,

As you sip your coffee all alone…

Time will pass as we play our little game,

You looking with hunger in your eyes,

And I pretending..

Your not the most interesting thing in the room,

Every movement tells me more,

The way your stare lingers..

Reflected in the glass,

As you look at my ass,

I pick up my pastry,

And head for the door,

Waiting just outside,

For a little while more,

When you appear from within,

I boldly block your way,

I saw your heated gaze,

And would ask that you stay,

You may escape if you wish,

But come with me..

And you will see..

All that you imagined.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Open

In the Forrest,

Or apon the shore,

Far from the clamor,

The pressure,

Constant,

Unrelenting,

I am free,

To open myself to the world…

I put away my mask,

Close my eyes,

And only feel me..

The breeze kisses,

My dusty skin,

In the morning glow,

By the waters edge…

As all the light,

Held caged for too long,

Spills out,

Around my jagged edges,

A hidden offering,

Of serenity,

buried,

Safe,

From the blind,

Who would unknowing,

And without understanding,

Put out my light.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Rest

Come hither,

Rest your weary soul,

In my warm embrace..

I know you are tired,

So many days,

Lost from the light,

Panicked,

Hurting,

Lonely,

Fighting to not give in,

To the darkness within..

Lay yourself apon me,

And be loved,

Not in spite of your flaws,

But because of them..

Take a deep breath,

Fill your mind,

With my words,

Feel them wash away,

Suffering,

Like cool water,

Caressing sunburnt skin…

You are here,

Appreciated and cared for,

Free to be happy,

Unbound and valued,

Cherished…

Close your eyes,

Lay down your head,

And listen,

To the steady,

Beating song,

A rush of life,

Illuminating,

Your broken beauty..

For only through the cracks,

And between shattered pieces,

May the light shine through.

Best wishes -SirHanz

A thousand suns

Unstoppable,

Fire crackleing within,

Step closer you can feel the heat,

Radiating from my skin…

We are made from stars,

And my heart burns,

With the flame,

Of a thousand suns…

The dying embers,

That rest with the marrow,

Of my bones,

Resonate,

Calling out,

To your molen core…

Feeding the depth,

Of your song,

A harmonious melody,

Plucked from the void,

Intertwining two souls,

In bodys built from ashes,

Of nuclear annihilation…

Passion unleashd,

Two parts,

Completing the circle,

And finding peace,

In the eye of chaos,

All else fadeing,

Till only our stardust remains.

Best wishes-SirHanz

The softest hand

In times of pain and sadness,

I am here,

Warmth against the chill,

Of sadness and depression,

The light of hope,

Knee deep in the flood,

Of words and struggle,

Expecting nothing,

Offering everything,

Calloused hands,

A cradle for tears,

When your spirit is weak,

And flickering,

A mirror of truth,

Reflecting and multiplying,

Your light,

That you may see,

The beauty,

Of your flame,

Dancing,

Ever changeing,

Consuming the past,

To become the future,

Perfectly you,

Beloved,

As you are.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Stumped

The root of the problem,

As I see it,

Is the stiffness,

Of your position…

Wood you not find accord?

And branch out,

From stubbornness?

Is this just a stump speach?

Your situation is untenable,

If you will not give way,

I must uproot you,

I tried to be reasonable,

But any other course,

Wood leave me,

Stumped.


Score… stump 0. Hanz 1.

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

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

Cedar and Cypress

Swirling water,

The scent of cedar and cypress,

Warmth soothing,

Lean back,

Heat flowing,

Across my chest,

Morning light,

Captured in a bubble,

Shards of rainbow,

Sparkling on my knee,

Time floats with me,

Lost in tranquility,

My personal sea,

Smelling of trees,

And wild ferns,

A perfect moment,

But like all things,

Warmth slowly fadeing,

If only,

You were here,

Your body hot,

Against my skin,

In the cooling water,

Of my life.

Searching for my towel -SirHanz

Found it.