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  • Domme (Part 10): stamp obsessor

    You are absent, the stamp in every picture, Obsessively, like a stamp collector, your face Stored on my phone, pictures of you, as clouds, As many moons, delivered to you, this morning, The whole backyard alive, someone Said baby (was it you?) Valentine in November, Valentine gift, stamp album in November, A rose in a…

  • Domme (Part 9): your theory

    Being that I am who I am, I’ll ask you then again, domme morrigan, what am I? When also, people in rage let out hatred in honking – “I’m not even gay,” nothing Makes any sense, disorients, some ticking within me is just what theory wants, Yelling domme morrigan, she is what she is, in…

  • Domme (Part 8): the Lovers

    What is the idea of Form, is’t in the sound of a birds call, Ah, but, I hear you in’t Sit and listen, what will the sound tell me of Form Ah, but tell me I’ll hear it What am I meant to think, but Form gave you honey lips For you to speak it

  • Domme and freaks (2)

    The struggle of crazy laughter A they’ve already won Put you under their spell,A magnificently pathetic and even less powerful Hee-haw Crowd as shallow and meaningless as their lies and donkey tales Hee-haw They walk that lie A they’ve already won Put everyone under their spell Sham, anyhow, that’s why they talk, Like pinnocchio The…

  • Domme (Part 7): a way out

    It’s not really hell, domme morrigan, you see a fiery rain of speech craft, A crown bursts from a bush, being locked there it’s breath for society’s cursing, Bush of crowned colours – orange and green – take colour as a point, To which I give this meaning, in mine eyes, dear, yourself colourful Grew…

  • Domme (Part 6): Being in communion

    I dont know where or when or if I was born Or if the universe is pregnant with me And I’m being continually born but never was born …and everything is being born around me, as I look around me at everything being born out of the universe Was I not born, but was born…

  • Domme (Part 5): gliding ecstasy

    1 Middle of suburbia, what is wrong, and what is right? Can I venture, g, it’s Love decides? Enough of fear, and darkness, wrong or right, Love has arrived, only ever, Love – that’s who decides Birds come alive, swaying, Love dancing with trees Makes her way across Earth, spreading her leaves 2 Nothing to…

  • Domme (Part 4): walking blessing

    Beautiful to see you, majesty! Beautiful to be walking the earth of blessings Down the street God/dess in my walking feet God/dess walking with me God/dess bless the earth, goes walking Feeling the earth bless her feet Earth and god/dess walking with me, as you approach On a wish, ain’t life sweet?

  • Domme (Part 3): where meet

    I would have said, God resided, neuter within me, AND THEN You believed in God, and I believed in you, When you stood up for me, domme morrigan, What is true and good, you proved to me, and I found God inside you, because what you did, God would do You earned your place in heaven,…

  • Domme (Part 2): and the tree

    I sat there sitting there was this tree standing in the middle of Clayton. I watched this tree, and many hundreds of birds circled her and sat in her branches. And my hope circled round her, my mind a bird, sat among her pink leaves, offering me respite from the street. I thought you passed,…