Posted on November 18th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
Your eyes.
Bright and clear.
The mirror of the soul.
Just a touch of fear.
A touch of wonder.
A bit of dismay.
That’s how it looks.
When you look this way.
They call for answers.
Of questions untold.
But still look on.
How events unfold.
This look you have.
Hold on to dear.
And you will see.
there’s nowt to fear .
(c) McLeod
Posted on November 15th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
Je geeft al wat je kan.
maar genoeg is het niet.
Je doet je best.
Maar het brengt verdriet.
Je wil zo graag.
Maar het kan niet zijn.
niet op dit moment.
En dat doet pijn.
Je geeft liefde.
En vertrouwen ook.
Maar je wensen.
Gaan op in rook.
Wat je graag wil.
In elkanders armen.
Samen lachen.
En elkanders hart verwarmen.
Dat kan nu niet.
Hoe mooi het zou zijn.
Dat doet verdriet.
ja dat doet pijn.
Je neemt afscheid.
Al zeg je van niet.
Je weet wel beter.
Wat blijft is verdriet.
(c) McLeod
Posted on November 14th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
Ooit dacht ik jou te kennen.
Vertrouwde ik jou.
Mijn hele lijf en leden.
Die ik jou geven zou.
Mijn vertrouwen blind.
Zonder als of tenzij.
Was geheel het jouwe.
Maakte ons zo vrij.
Lief en leed gedeeld.
Een lach en een traan.
Maakte ons zo sterk.
Ik kon zo de wereld aan.
Mijn hart die jij brak.
Mijn vertrouwen geschonden.
Wat jij weggooide.
Had ons ooit gebonden.
De vrouw die ik beminde.
Die ik maakte mijn vrouw.
vergooide een heel leven.
Zonder traan of berouw.
Meer dan het leven zelf.
Hield ik van jou.
Ondanks alle wonden.
Bleef ik jou steeds trouw.
Nu bleef ik eenzaam achter.
In stilte en verdriet.
In koude donkere nachten.
Een lichtje was er niet.
De lach die ooit klonk.
klonk uit mijn hart.
Een hart nu zo gebroken.
Door een hart zo zwart.
Berouw of spijt.
Dat ken jij niet.
Jij lachte hard.
Om mijn verdriet.
Toen ik daar lag.
Stil en stom.
Trapten jullie na.
En draaiden jullie om.
Lachend om mijn pijn.
Liepen jullie heen.
Wreed en meedogenloos.
Tot duisternis verscheen
(c) McLeod 2005
Posted on November 4th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
Your submission.
It makes Me proud.
It makes Me want to stand up.
And shout it out loud.
Your trust.
So simple and plain.
You trust me.
To give you no pain.
Your surrender.
Honest and deep.
Will make you stand tall.
For Me to keep.
I can see it.
It is in your eyes.
Bright and faithful.
They tell no lies.
In My hands.
I’ll have you know.
You’re safe and warm.
To bloom and grow.
In My hands.
Safe and sound.
In My heart.
together we’re bound.
(c) McLeod
Posted on November 2nd, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
A touch of your hand
Is like a warm summersday
A look in your eyes
A look in dismay
The stroke of your arm
Resting in mine
It feels so good
It feels so fine
The sound of your voice
Soothing my pain
The look in your eyes
It keeps me sane
The touch of your skin
Gentle and soft
It keeps me alive
It lifts me aloft
The smell of your hair
So fresh and so nice
It makes me feel happy
That’s my vice
Only your feet
I will admire
Nobody else
Could such inspire
The touch of your hand
Against my cheek
I miss more than ever
It makes me weak
When I’m lonely
And cold too
I think of this
I think of you
(c) 2005 McLeod
Posted on November 2nd, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
Wat is het leven zonder jou.
Het leven zonder liefde.
het is een leven in de kou.
een leven dat mij griefde.
Wat is een leven zonder nut
Een leven zonder licht.
Het leven is zo kut
Een leven zonder zicht
Wat is een leven zonder lucht
Een leven zo benauwd
Een leven als een zucht
Zo voorbij en uitgekauwd
Wat is een leven zonder “wij”
Een leven zonder geluk
Een leven al voorbij
Zo kaal en zo stuk.
Geen toekomst in het licht
Geen geluk in het verschiet
Zonder woord of bericht
Zo’n leven wil ik niet.
(c) 2005 McLeod
Posted on October 19th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || 1 Comment
The lady waits
Waits in the dark
When sudden sounds
Of a passing lark
She looks up.
On her face a smile.
Puzzled she looks.
But just for a while.
Then there’ll be.
A glowing light.
A glowing candle.
In the midst of night.
It lights her face.
With a shimmery shine.
with eyes speaking.
And lines so fine.
(c) McLeod
Posted on October 16th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
When I long.
To have you near.
I think of you.
My sub so dear.
I think of you.
With content smiles.
Traveling distance.
Many miles.
A warm, good feeling.
Comes over me.
When in my thoughts.
Together we’ll be.
And when that day comes.
Just days away.
We’ll hold eachother.
In my arms you’ll lay.
Our journey together.
Will start right here.
Finding eachother.
A future dear.
One step at the time.
We’ll walk side by side.
Our feelings are calling.
For us to obide.
(c) McLeod
Posted on October 15th, 2007 in thoughts by McLeod || No Comment
I think every submissive woman had to deal with a some nutcases as I am about to discribe.
Picture this…A submissive woman places an ad.
Maybe in search of a contact or maybe just out of some form of curiousity.
Maybe just to gather some information.
One of the first reactions they’ll get is one of some nutcase writing a reaction as follows.
“Get on your knees and mail me slut!”
Now apart from this being a rather uncomfortable way of typing a message on your keyboard, this does not show any kind of respect.
Another variation is:
“I am your Master!” ( excuse me? have we met?)
You will obey me!
I’ll expect your nude pic in my mail.
Like THAT will work.
And here’s another one.
HI! dickhead@MSN.com
wanna cam?
I mean come on!
Be serious guys!
Have you ever gotten any serious contacts this way?
Do you really expect any selfrespecting submissive woman will actually send you a mail with: “OOOH yes please Master…abuse me!
All it does is show that you have no respect for women, let alone a submissive one.
The most precious gift a submissive woman can give to a Dominant is herself.
Do not take that lightly.
You want Respect?
Then SHOW respect.
What worked for me?
Quite simple.
Be yourself.
Show respect.
Do not make any false promises.
LISTEN to what a submissive has to say. ( hard for a Dominant isn’t it? ;-) )
Find out about the PERSON first.
Remember…a submissive is a person first, then maybe a mother and maybe your submissive later.
A Dominant is only a Master when accepted as such by his sub or slave.
Do not hand out collars like they are going out of fashion.
Do not lie to the submissive.
And you know what??
I think you can actually think of some things yourself.
Just use common sence.
How would YOU like to be treated?
And guess what?
It worked for me!
Just being li’ll oll’me.
Just a thought.
(c) McLeod
Posted on October 12th, 2007 in Poetry by McLeod || No Comment
You can dream of today
Or you can dream of tomorrow
You can dream of a future
Without trouble or sorrow
You can dream of the future
Or you can dream of the past.
You can dream of the things
That did not last.
But you should dream of today.
A dream so bright.
It will drive away the darkness.
In the thick of the night.
The dream of today.
Will drive away sorrow.
And it will give you.
Reality tomorrow.
(c) McLeod