“Most ignorant people will state that dominance and submission references wife-beating or domestic violence, when that is simply not true.
Dominance refers to loyalty and confidence, attributes that a man genetically possesses, in a predominant manner. To a man, vulnerability is something very alien. That is, he is not willing to simply weep around anyone. If a man weeps for a woman, it is a show of trust, for her. However, as is common, vulnerability is very well-known for a woman, for only one possible reason. It is that life springs from her. When at rest, the infant in the womb, soon does the infant ‘spring’ from her. When we are held by mothers, soon after a period of labor, we ‘spring’ from her arms to continue that labor.
Life. It comes from a woman. This is factual, of course, so when we understand ‘life’, we understand what is vulnerable. The opening, such as what a vagina signifies for ‘what is vulnerable’. An opening. It is the opening that is much like the wound. Everything or anyone that is open is free to express, free to share emotions (related to life) in the most repeated manner.
And, to come back to dominance, it is here where we view that a woman is chosen by a man, for marriage, and to say for himself that he loves her, for all her wounds and imperfections. That, he will be gentle and kind to her, never abusive nor manipulative. Dominance really only reflects the desire by a man to care, with respect unto her, for the form that will not ever be viewed to be hideous. And, she will allow that by being ‘submissive’.
With all that has been written in mind, why do we refer ‘dominance & submission’ to the very opposite of what has been described? The opposite, that refers to the destruction of what is beautiful, rather than the care of what is beautiful. It is not what people sometimes believe.”
Poem – “A Tear Beneath Faded Shadow” – Romance – 8/23/2019
A woman comes unbroken,
For she is proud.
And she is lonely when hindered,
By the restraints from love.
She has a face corroded by shadows,
Beneath eyes and against her lashes.
I am cornered by sorrow,
And the kisses weighing heavily.
The moon speaks a courting song,
Her beauty mimics my own defeat.
Her denial has been my retreat.
Her heart is my singular song,
One of pain, one of an aim,
To create harm upon my baleful tempest.
You shall listen,
For I have commanded it.
Fall heavily into these arms,
That have carried the Earth’s woes,
I see a tear that dangles loosely,
From a shadow beneath your eyes.
You will desire no one, and nothing more,
But the face of God, who comes with wrath,
A burn, from a man in terrible torment,
And you will see dust.
Poem – “To Walk upon Death” – Romance
Face our turmoil,
And rend the world apart!
See where we have felt the stinging pain,
The toil to what has been called love.
Never love and only the survival bought from danger,
I am a man of guilt who is asked to be strong.
I am a man of pain who is asked to be painless.
I am a man of shame who is asked to show himself.
The love from a woman has made a mark,
I show weakness, and it’s seen to be dark.
We both, as lovers, walk upon death
In each’s arms, in failure and desertion.
What am I but the man called misery?
I am not uncertain about the want,
Though, uncertain about the gain,
To what I want, to what will spell paradise.
Oh, my love, walk upon death,
There is no Heaven in this Hell.
There is barely a life to say is a treasure,
I’ve become numb against my sorrow.
And from death, and in life,
All has become black and white.
Strange minutes resort to unbidden strife.
As I seek to make you my wife.
Life, in all its stalking upon death’s ground,
Do we stand upon someone’s grave,
On the street, where we wave
To taxis and workers in their frenzy?
Face me, dear one, and see my pain,
See how it soaks me down,
See how the future faces the West,
And the past falls to the East,
Backwards in confusion harmonic,
In what I am destined to be.