poets corner's blog: "twisted thoughts"

The local club in Commerce City Co, the Enclave, is in need of help. The Courts have permited that the BDSM club can operate as a adult licensed club at their last judgment. Now Commerce City is hitting them with a new angle (Zoning)..and taking it to the state supreme court. This can drag on for years. The club needs support to fight for our rights .. By having a safe place to play and meet, with consenting adults without sex, for many of us is a release to be able to socialize in a place of our own. The owners support the active community and give the BDSM community a safe haven to turn too. This tactical maneuver by Commerce City is one that could drive the club in to the ground! Facts are they were given permission to operate at the current address, and now that the adult club license was granted, the city took another approach to step on our life style choices. The club is called the Enclave...enclavewest.com..please send them a supporting letter or a donation for fighting for your rights...

Dovecote foulness Uneasy encounters with the human race Cutting my soul ,slapping my face I am just questing like all other men Trying to find my place Looking to fit in Picking up scraps thrown at me Like my human deformities are so easy to see Socially inept that is plain to see Kept in the dark no light to see The eclipse from time past the first lessons that seem to last Chained to the flesh in which I walk I have never felt the sands so hot Gasping for air in this gloomy place Feeling disgusted I am of the same race. Scott baker

Get a clue Sitting in a room thinking they’re cool Stuck up and stuffy, passing judgments on you Rolling their eyes whenever you speak Laying their contempt at your feet Talking right through you every time For their ignorance is so blind Thinking I give a shit after all these years I’m to old, I’ve done spilt my tears Keeping my head held high you can kiss my ass and rag on the new guy Too jaded for you to start, I could care less About your ego for we are miles apart Who’s dick is bigger I have no clue But she did not stick with you long I guess the joke was on you. Scott Baker

Dungeon mistress The cold steal piercing my skin Stinging and burning from within The thoughts of you cut my heart Casting my passion to the dark Forbidden fruits to taste that’s you A lovers betrayals left me black and blue Cast upon this cage of spikes, hanging around Bleeding this night Ripping flesh from the bone Leaving me hanging here all alone An iron maiden has a bite, but it does not Compare to you tonight. By Scott baker

Mortal glass Verbal spirals of mis communication In a tornado of rage picking up and leaping from the dark page ferry of the night between the two With angers bite neither had a clue Tantrac symbols upon the broken glass Laying in shimmers to the ground it smashed Promises and vows ? Were a curse in the end They thought they were more then mortal That was the sin. Scott Baker

Sleep realm Lords and ladies walking the halls Dragons and unicorns hearing a lovers call Blooming flowers as the rains begin And the rainbows as it ends Pixie dust on the rains Making ones heart soar with no pain Making love upon the meadows grass As your ex. goblin walks prudently past A bitter bite for that apple ,a witches brew Making me feel all but ample Twisting and turning in my sleep Wishing that dream times is not the only time we meet. The labyrinth of a sandy, sadistic king wakening one as you get closer it seems. Scott lee baker

Tattered words Tattered lyrics on the floor The slamming of the once open door Justifications in ones mind As two lives walked from wasted time For what was once so sweet now too bitter to eat Pulling your self up once more to find grace, dignity and yourself as the rosés hit the floor awestruck from the events and the let down from what you thought it meant A new struggle for your mind Was you try to wrap around this rhyme Thinking of the things that passed Leaving you unsure and with a chapped ass. Scott Lee Baker

Morning walk Walking in the morning dew A sparrow sings of a day so new Hanging prisms that the spiders grew Webs of Liquid crystals with the Light so true A gentle wind upon my face As doves fly With peaceful grace A novel thing from the night grew A refreshing feeling of the morning new The lace that grew lavender blooms that smell like You brings back peace to my heart For this morning is a brand new start . Scott lee baker

Thanks Drifting on a midnight thought My mind thinks back to loving thoughts Knowing what love is, or have I wrought A joy to others that I have sought. Dwelling upon this thought Recognized what heaven had brought But confusion rules my mind Was it one sided or just to enter twined Did I receive it back or off on my own derailed track I hope in loving grace as my mind moves back To her face I had a treasure In which I felt she was the gem That I was dealt I hope the time was well spent I wonder if she know how much she meant Scott baker

Asylum dreams Setting in my padded cell With one foot in the gates of hell Demons taunting me at my feet With loving stories bittersweet Tempting me at heavens gates with lustful passions And a sinful face A body like virgin wine Tempting my flesh Taking my time My comfort is it’s valium time The needle pricks me and helps me unwind Raving red hair and blushing checks With leather curves oh so sweet A rising image in my head as they chain me to the bed Fighting off the coming peace Gasping for air Trying to breath A calming in my veins Soft and fuzzy a pulse with no pain Warring with my sleepy eyes Wishing my hands could touch her things As the sand drops to me I hope I can go on with this lustful valium dream. Scott Baker