u/EddieOfGilead

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I do not write with my hand;

He who writes with his hand has forgotten the face of his lover.

I write with my Soul.

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I do not speak with my words;

He who speaks with his words has forgotten the face of his lover.

I speak with my heart.

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I do not love with my body;

He who loves with his body has forgotten the face of his lover.

I love with the fire of my spirit.

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Paul of Gilead, Son of Miodrag, Gunslinger, lover of the Witchqueen of Troy,

and Watcher of the last of the singing Roses.

I do not write with my hand;

He who writes with his hand has forgotten the face of his lover.

I write with my Soul.

I do not speak with my words;

He who speaks with his words has forgotten the face of his lover.

I speak with my heart.

I do not love with my body;

He who loves with his body has forgotten the face of his lover.

I love with the fire of my spirit.

Paul of Gilead, Son of Miodrag, Gunslinger, lover of the Witchqueen of Troy,

and Watcher of the last of the singing Roses.

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Over the River (Post-Hardcore/Beatdown shouting/growling style)

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We'd never go over the river

It would be mad

Haven't you heard the stories?

We'd never go over the river

These are dark tales not

To be told at night

We'd never go over the river

There are seven beasts

Each with blades of light

We'd never go over the river

Only a madman would seek

This forsaken fight

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Doom awaits

On the shores to the east

Doom awaits

Your blood would be boiling first

Then it would freeze

Doom awaits

-

And if your blood asks,

Father!

Why art thou afraid?

Let them cross the flood

For they'll only know

What them awaits

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If the they see by themselves

And they feel it the pain

For bold confidence can be a curse

But by then it's too late

It's too late

And for every daring question

There's six feet of a grave

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If you ever go over the river

Your soul will be ripped out

and burned at the stake

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Some before you were warned

And they still chose their fate

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You'll die at fangs of the wolf and the drake

The demons that feast on the soul and the brain

Unspeakable horrors and terrors unchained

You'll be turned inside out

and your kin will be slain

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We never go over the river

Don't ever go over the river

We never go over the river

Nights are dark In the absence of God

I'm standing in front of this castle

It's old walls are haunted and ruined

My senses as sharp as my blade

My falcon eye narrowing, truing

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I'm here for the mother of dragons

She's said to hold on to a treasure

Riches untold scavenged from burned out cities

A wealth, beyond every measure

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I'm not here for that though,

I'm not here for the dough,

My heart longs for something quite different

I steady my bow

Oh my hearts beating so!

And I feel the blood flow to my instrument

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I'm not out for gold, not here for the diamonds,

I long for her most precious self

A milf with gills,

A gal with scales

Into her I am aching, to delve

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I'm here to have sex with a dragon

I brought ribbed condoms and flowers

If she will allow me to come in her den

I'll gladly be afterwards showered

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In flames of her rage of unspeakable Lust

I'll defeat this old beast with each eagerly thrust

I'll make love to her, and terrible babies

That will once rule all over this world

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I'm a Knight of many a virtue

And a Knight also of Sin

If she gets to eat, and I get some loving

I'd say that'll be a win-win

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We'd never go over the river

It would be mad

Haven't you heard the stories?

We'd never go over the river

These are dark tales not

To be told at night

We'd never go over the river

There are seven beasts

Each with blades of light

We'd never go over the river

Only a madman would seek

This forsaken fight

-

Doom awaits

On the shores to the east

Doom awaits

Your blood would be boiling first

Then it would freeze

Doom awaits

-

And if your blood asks,

Father!

Why art thou afraid?

Let them cross the flood

For they'll only know

What them awaits

-

If the they see by themselves

And they feel it the pain

For bold confidence can be a curse

But by then it's too late

It's too late

And for every daring question

There's six feet of a grave

-

If you ever go over the river

Your soul will be ripped out

and burned at the stake

-

Some before you were warned

And they still chose their fate

-

You'll die at fangs of the wolf and the drake

The demons that feast on the soul and the brain

Unspeakable horrors and terrors unchained

You'll be turned inside out

and your kin will be slain

-

We never go over the river

Don't ever go over the river

We never go over the river

Nights are dark In the absence of God

A boy in a cage

He barely can move

A girl in a cage

Doesn't know what to do

A boy in a cage

He barely has room

A girl in a cage

She cries to the moon

A boy in a cage

Tries to reach out his hand

A girl in a cage

In a far away land

A boy in a cage

Captivated by beauty

A girl in a cage

Holding on to her duty

A boy in a cage

He can't take it much longer

A girl in a cage

With a mind full of wonder

A boy in a cage

He's still young but feels old

A girl in a cage

And the floor is so cold

A boy in a cage

He would give her his warmth

A girl in his cage

She could cry in his arms

A boy in a cage

But the world doesn't care

A girl in a cage

With no one else there

A boy in a cage

And he's so alone

A girl in a cage

Would like to feel home

A boy in a cage

Has nothing to offer

But Dear girl in the cage

I don't want you to suffer

Over the river

We'd never go over the river

It would be mad

Haven't you heard the stories?

We'd never go over the river

These are dark tales not

To be told at night

We'd never go over the river

There are seven beasts

Each with blades of light

We'd never go over the river

Only a madman would seek

This forsaken fight

Doom awaits

On the shores to the east

Doom awaits

Your blood would be boiling first

Then it would freeze

Doom awaits

And if your blood asks,

Father!

Why art thou afraid?

Let them cross the flood

For they'll only know

What them awaits

If the they see by themselves

And they feel it the pain

For bold confidence can be a curse

But by then it's too late

It's too late

And for every daring question

There's six feet of a grave

If you ever go over the river

Your soul will be ripped out

and burned at the stake

Some before you were warned

And they still chose their fate

You'll die at the fangs of the wolf and the drake

The demons that feast on the soul and the brain

Unspeakable horrors and terrors unchained

You'll be turned inside out

and your kin will be slain

We never go over the river

Don't ever go over the river

We never go over the river

Nights are dark In the absence of God

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We'd never go over the river

It would be mad

Haven't you heard the stories?

We'd never go over the river

These are dark tales not

To be told at night

We'd never go over the river

There are seven beasts

Each with blades of light

We'd never go over the river

Only a madman would seek

This forsaken fight

Doom awaits

On the shores to the east

Doom awaits

Your blood would be boiling first

Then it would freeze

Doom awaits

And if your blood asks,

Father!

Why art thou afraid?

Let them cross the flood

For they'll only know

What them awaits

If the they see by themselves

And they feel it the pain

For bold confidence can be a curse

But by then it's too late

It's too late

And for every daring question

There's six feet of a grave

If you ever go over the river

Your soul will be ripped out

and burned at the stake

Some before you were warned

And they still chose their fate

You'll die at the fangs of the wolf and the drake

The demons that feast on the soul and the brain

Unspeakable horrors and terrors unchained

You'll be turned inside out

and your kin will be slain

We never go over the river

Don't ever go over the river

We never go over the river

Nights are dark In the absence of God

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Schönheit liegt im Auge des Betrachters

Ich muss weinen denn ich hab da was im Auge

Und zwar dich

Ich könnte tausend Jahre blind sein

Doch bleibt auch für mich gewiss

Dass mein inneres den Anblick deines Antlitz

nie vergisst

Sing dir ein Lied in jeder Sprache dieser ach so alten Welt

Nie eine Stimme ihre Finsternis wie deine je erhellt.

Trigger Warning: non explicit bdsm/CNC

Consent ist immer das wichtigste. Das ist nur ein Versuch, Gefühle und Sehnsüchte niederzuschreiben.

(Und nein, der "em dash — bedeutet nicht dass ich ki nutze. Aber ich kenne und nutze ihn erst, seit ich dadurch davon gehört habe 😂 viel Spaß!)

Machtgefälle

Du gefällst mir. Was du mit mir machst.

Ich mag was und auch wie du es sagst.

Ich gefall dir. Aber das weiß ich noch nicht.

An deiner statt geh ich selbst mit mir vor Gericht.

Wir gefallen uns. Das macht was mit Einem.

Meine Hand auf deiner Hand in meinem Kopf

Bereits auf deinen Beinen.

Jetzt magst du mich. Und ich weiß es jetzt auch.

Eigentlich ist das schon viel.

Eigentlich reicht das auch.

Aber da du mir gefällst — und das was mit mir macht,

und du als meine Hand von deiner Hand auf dein Bein wanderte sagtest — mach

Was ist dann passiert. Weißt du es noch? Sag

Auf einmal warst es nicht mehr du,

die was mit mir gemacht hat.

In meiner Hand nicht mehr dein Bein, sondern die Macht über dich,

die was mit mir gemacht hat.

Wir liefen uns erst entgegen

standen dann reglos wir auf der Stelle

Dann hielt ich deine hand ganz fest und es entstand ein Machtgefälle.

Des Messers schneide so haarscharf,

Ich seh sie nur noch von der Seite,

Du in deiner ganzen Pracht

wehrlos vor mir ausgebreitet.

Auch die Göttin nur ein Mensch

Und ihre Unschuld so verwundbar

Ich hab dir weh getan

auch wenn es dafür keinen Grund gab

Du gefielst mir und beinahe,

Hätte das auch gereicht

Doch die macht war mir zuviel

Und mir gefiel leider dein leid.

Es gibt nur eine Chance für dich,

Nicht in der Position — für einen streit

Du gibst dich hin in deinem Leid

Und wir genießen es — zu zweit.

A boy in a cage

He barely can move

A girl in a cage

Doesn't know what to do

A boy in a cage

He barely has room

A girl in a cage

She cries to the moon

A boy in a cage

Tries to reach out his hand

A girl in a cage

In a far away land

A boy in a cage

Captivated by beauty

A girl in a cage

Holding on to her duty

A boy in a cage

He can't take it much longer

A girl in a cage

With a mind full of wonder

A boy in a cage

He's still young but feels old

A girl in a cage

And the floor is so cold

A boy in a cage

He would give her his warmth

A girl in his cage

She could cry in his arms

A boy in a cage

But the world doesn't care

A girl in a cage

With no one else there

A boy in a cage

And he's so alone

A girl in a cage

Would like to feel home

A boy in a cage

Has nothing to offer

But Dear girl in the cage

I don't want you to suffer

The Ritual of Love

You learn to either love yourself

And understand your worth

Or no one ever told you that

And you start longing to be hurt

Be careful who you choose to fuck

You are responsible

You break them down or build them up

With every single kiss and touch

You heal, or you make ill

When worshipping, don't loose yourself,

Your love looses it's weight,

There's lots to gain by trusting blind

But even more at stake

When using Power to control,

Don't you dare to channel hate

The worst of the animals

To be put down on sight,

Like a vermin, not honoring it with a fight

Is he who abuses the suffering one

He who claims to give, and yet,

Takes it all

Beware how you fuck,

how you channel your passion,

The ritual rides

on each miniscule action

plant a seed of glowing power,

That grows in a lifetime

Or if you're cruel, you're cutting their lifeline.

For everything beautiful here on this world

Beware how you fuck, and listen and learn

It's a shame not to love free unsullied from worries

But beware who you trust don't you fuck in a hurry

I want you to fuck

And I want you to love

And I want you to care

And I want you to shove

each other down

And pull on your hair

I want you to feel desired

And I wan't you to be home

I want you to kneel from your own free will

And I want you to sit on the throne.

But don't use another soul

Or let yourself be used

It's a blessing or a curse

Depends on who to fuck you choose.

Shes like heroin,

But the good kind,

Her heart is peace her mind is art,

And her booty is a good time,

The best even, more than that

I'll fuck you till we're ghosts, till we more than dead.

Peter at the gates would like to welcome us,

I wouldn't even pull out, Pete I'm doing stuff

this came to be as part of a multiple hour sexting session with a girl from the other end of the world. And it was some of the best sex I ever had. You are amazing ❤️‍🔥

English is my second language.

Hey there! I'm hoping to find someone interesting to talk to. What this might become, will depend on our chemistry. Let's just say, I'm overflowing with ridiculous jokes, charming compliments, and a desire to share a love for the written word, maybe even show or write you a poem, talk about our favorite books or songs, and make you feel sexy for wearing glasses. Not a requirement though 😂

I like a real conversation. A real spark, someone open minded, who enjoys being silly, who is brave enough to be herself, and lets me get to know her for all the things she doesn't like about herself as well as what she tries to show the world.

I write long messages, will challenge you out of your comfort zone, as my mind is free and longs to jump and wander from thought to thought, there's no topic I'm afraid of talking to you about. I have a past myself, some scars and burdens, and I appreciate us being open and caring with each other, if we're comfortable.

I'm willing to share pictures, but I'll demand none, altough I'm happy to see who I'm talking to.

I don't care if you're 30 or 60, as long as you have a glint in your eyes and a brain that excites mine! I'm also not superficial and will cherish a woman for her heart and mind, and find beauty in a bodies natural forms.

I think I'm decently presentable myself, tall, strong, with a little belly to hold on, and arms that can carry you across a creek, to gently put you down below the old willow that was here long before we took our first breaths, and if I may, will rest my head on your lap, so we can speak of stars and sing to the sun, forget the time until the moon is out, and find connection in its purest form, two minds aligning in sympathy.

My dms and arms are open ♥️