The song of the siren

I am a slave


I am nothing but a slave


I live to submit


I live to surrender


I live to obey


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


It exists to worship You


I let myself go in Your hands


Hear my prayer


Take me


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


I will keep it clean


I will keep it chaste


To be Your vessel


To carry Your will


I am Yours




Let my ears


Yearn to hear your words


Let my mouth


Yearn for your taste


As it says these words


I am Yours




Let my body


Feel the hunger


A thousand fucks


Aren't worth even a minute with you


As all I am is Yours


And that is all I want to be




I will make my body strong


I will make my mind sharp


I will prove my resolution


To give you pride in my service


For you


I am Yours




For You


And only for You


I make this sacrifice


And set myself on this path


With nothing holding me down


I am Yours




Thank You my Master

On your mark

There is an incorrect assumption that slaves make coming to me




That everything will be the same with me at each stage of the training


That every step will be repeated first and then grow on that




It is true that I will place the chain around your neck for the first time


But the second time, that chain will already have to be there


If everything started from the beginning, then what would be the point of breaking up the training in parts, of setting up new goals for you to face



I would just leave it as a never-ending story


One without any challenges for you



As time progresses, that chain has to feel like it belongs there, around your neck and its key burning to be set free from your hand onto mine


That cock has to yearn for the feeling of a cage wrapping it and the release that will never find by your own desire


That ass of yours has to feel the hunger to be taken, penetrated and owned, not letting go of the one that takes it


That body has to feel the coldness when it is not next to mine




When the bell rings, nothing will block the path ahead of you, because there will only be one goal in your mind


Doing what must be done to earn the right to advance and claim the prize



There will always be barriers ahead of you, but many are not real


While others are not that tall that your legs can't jump higher if you put your mind into it



Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and be led, trusting in the path ahead of you



But before you close them, review that path as many times as you can so that you can do it with your eyes closed




As for your reward, you will see when you arrive at the finish line

The fight

Upon the battlefield, soldiers stand face to face


A flag sets them apart, as their body and mind all stand the same


The same training, the same objective




Victory for their flag


Defeat for the other




As long as a bullet is there to be fired, so it must be fired


As long as there is sharpness in your blade, it must cut


As long as that arm has a the strength to be lifted, it must punch


As long as there is a breath to be taken, words have to be spoken



Victory or death




And the cards are set



On that fateful day, all that preparation is put to use


Uniform adjusted and tagged to the correct post, tools cleaned and set to be used, bodies strengthened to its most and minds directed towards a single goal



One adds to the next to make a squad, squads to make a platoon, platoons to make an company




Faces are filled with pride in their achievements to this point, being united by a common goal, and realization on the purpose set forth




Armed with determination and weapons in their hands they march to their destiny


Eyes and guns looking forward




The call is made


Charge to victory




The earth is revolved by the movement, dust fills the air and screams fills the ears of those willing to hear them, in a seemingly never-ending wave of destruction over everything that it touches


That wave swirls through all parts of the playing field, with each side fighting bravely for a chance to succeed




Everything is open and the odds are balanced


Until the weakest link breaks and everything quickly changes




Step by step, the scene takes a change of parts


A side forcing its path, the other trying to resist


Heated words rumble amongst those that feel the apparent loss


To stand as best as possible to try again tomorrow with a new set of soldiers, to retreat to a safer position or to give in and surrender


But surrender is never an option and retreat a last resort at best




So they decide to stand


A foolish task to be discovered


As what could not fight cannot stand the ripple of the waves




Waves that engulf those what stand in its way


Men become beast in such times


Drenched in power, no barrier stands in their way


And the waters shine bright red after the waves pass




Twilight falls upon the horizon


Peace reigns over the scene


A shallow peace still filled with noise



The sound of cries and tears


Not of those that died


But of those that await a fate worse than death



Remembering what happened


The falling of those close to them


The uselessness of their part


The foolishness of this endeavour


Not being able to make change with their actions


Powerlessness fills their beings, like a poison that doesn't kill, but just maims




A scar that will never heal


Hidden deep within




I roam the battlefield watching these souls


Stepping over this blood filled earth


Hearing them ask for release



They look for a savior


Or in its absence


An executioner


Who can take away both the guilt and the shame



Both of those who lost


As of those who won


As they know that the glory attained is forever tainted in blood, never forgiven, only forgotten in the sands of time


And for that chance to forget


They pledge all that they have and all that they are



But that is something I will not give


As memories are what makes us


And without them we are nothing




How better it would have been


If you had fought for me


I would not have told you to kill


But to fight to become better



To train to impress me


To appease me


To fulfill me



Surrendering to become strong


Instead of stronger to make others surrender




I wish I could have taken you before that scar was made


Given a new direction to that fire that burned inside you


Instead of seeing in extinguished in barren land




All that I can offer you


Is my memory of you so you are not forgotten


And a message to those that are to take the same path as you did




To choose wisely the path they will take


Because in war there are no winners


Only those that lose a little less

Burned but tasty

A picture comes in your mind


Of something fine to eat today


It should be good, it should be sweet


As for the rest you do not care




You open your pantry and find what fits the job


Something you already know that works


As for the size and measurement


It is played by tune and not by score




The kitchen gets messy as you do as well


Moving, mixing and working with what is there


Until it seems you have it right


For the occasion at hand




You light up the oven


And you stick it up inside


Time is of no importance


As what is unknown requires diligence and care




Any tune requires a good ear


You keep a good eye on it


As well as an alert nose


Just in case something goes wrong




A little burned it comes out


But the smell is nevertheless intriguing


Hoping that the flavor will be nice


A test done by yourself




A knife to cut a piece


A slice that fits in your mouth


A bite followed by another


As for the flavor... Divine




Knowing that it came out by your own device


A creation unique and special


Some you can call yours





To do again and again

A sweet to remember

At the supermarket, in the shelf of desserts you can find them



In the package you look at the picture of a delicious treat



The instructions seem easy to follow even for the most inexperienced cook



There are some add-on ingredients you have to buy if you want to do it, which you add to your cart



As you walk by the aisle you notice that the components of this dessert seem all but natural



But you think of the taste of it in your mouth and make your best effort to forget its origin



And you buy it




At home you add up everything in the specific order and sequence


Measured with the precision of a ruler and scale


In the most clean and sterile environment on Earth


And when finished you put it in the oven


To cook at the correct temperature for the correct time that is written




As the timer rings, you open up the door



And you bring the plate out



It is hot and the smell is nice



It does not look anything like the picture on the box



But you hope that the taste corresponds to the image in your mind



So you open up the refrigerator



And let it cool down inside




After dinner you take it out



And eat for dessert



It promised a lot


The taste of a delicacy... which it wasn't


For the price of a bun... which it was


That would last for 6 servings... which did for two



And that is good


As it is what you get



From an instant pudding