Mina's blog: "Dark Plum"

TarRum TarRum Tum The drums are calling Pay heed and listen Thump Thump Thump The beat intrances Hear the calling Invoke the rites The drums are calling Feel the rythem Sway to and fro TarRum TarRum Tum Give your offerings Lend your spirit and rejoice Thump Thump Thump Freedom for the taking Luster bound in dance Float on feather clouds The drums are calling TarRum TarRum Tum

Majestic mysticism dances in magnetic realms of ritual. Tides of vindication ride smoothly on contempt justification. Loose yourself naught in the gleam of retribution. Linger in understanding of ones venerable right of instinct. Respect the congregation of peace within ones core rite. Instigate the being within. Tug upon the ability of transformation. Excel naught the vile recognition of jealousy. Preserve and cultivate awareness of ones innate insight. Revel in the distribution of fairness. Every tide turns to favorable strides. Gain satisfaction in the strokes of ones self portrait. Beauty lies upon the canvas of hues, feathered by life's brush. Lend ones brush unto the sweet melody of trance. Compose ones symphony, one delightful note in reverberating time. Pace ones steps into future endeavors with care and meticulous thought; bringing both action and consequence forefront. Cherish ones experiences, molding them into wisdom and liberation. Present ones imagination to amuse the gander in ones soul. Be honest with ones self and by doing so, truth will feed the hardship of ones destiny.

Keeper of dragons, tend thy young, Feed them thy decadent sugary plum. Caress thy scales with tender touches, Rock them in thy soft, loving clutches. Read them tales full of fancy and folly, Fill their nests with juniper and holly. Bath them in water from the moon-lit sea, Imagine among the stars they will surly be. Guide them with thy truth and might, Behold their magnificent flight. Bind them only to thy heart, For as far as they may fly; Never shall you part.

Dark Lord, Master of the Deep; How low does your premise seep? Chant your mantra, flick your whip. Cast your desires with sweet re-equip. Behold the smell of mystic leather. Secom to the tainted feather. Don your sleek crystal scepter. Bind with your solid heavy chain. Seek naught mortal distain. Crack your long wooden cain. Swirling pleasures of pulsing pain. Shackles of the hardest steel; How cold do they really feel? Present your burning wax seal. Sear the flesh with curious zeal. Blindfold of the deepest black. Suspended on your solid metal rack. Silver spikes on soft velvet straps. Nine sharp tails across the back. Stinging precedes the long crimson track. Tantalizing the tartest tease. Contorting the body with every cease. Playing the game with such ease. How you so willing wish to please.

Violent waves of amber spears, tear at my senses- raising my fears. Floating along the grey smoke of your eyes, Dreaming of my lover’s sighs. Stepping stones in clear glass jars, a sorted fairy tale abound silver stars. Laced among the willow weaves, through the darkest of contorted trees. Seeking refuge of the mystical kind, only distance do I find. Pleading plight of an estranged mind.

You are flesh and bone. You are my blood, Traveling through my heart. You consume my body with every pulse, Feeding me constantly. Flowing to my lips, Tasting you with every lick. You warm my cheeks, Turning them pink with fire. Your in my head, Filling my dreams with magical colors. You transform image into shadows, Air into mist. You're in my lungs, Quickening my breath. Causing unstable rhythms, Throbbing through me with every rise and fall. You're in my fingers, Touching black silk. Caressing soft skin. You follow curves into deeper depths. Manipulating my body, Twisting and contorting up to release. You give me ecstasy, Rushing emotions to all of my senses. Can not live with out you, You are my blood. My flesh and bone