The Foghorn

"find focus"

It is the top's responsibility to be fully present to the experience of the scene with the bottom.  We spend so much of our lives living in the past and worrying about the future that we need to treasure the special quality of SM scenes to bring us into the moment.  While it's easy to say this and recognize it for its importance, it's not always easy to do.  Each top will find his or her way to ground and focus before a scene.  

Shine, Perishing Republic

While this America settles in the mold of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,

And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs outs, and the mass hardens,

I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.

Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.

You make haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly

A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption

Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.

And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.

There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught--they say--God, when he walked on earth.

A Bit Worthy

And there beyond the miser a gold coin minted staff,

the face on profile wanting the follow on the pass,

in arson of the boil the pots of many spoiling,

place beyond the mark, a year, a day, a start.

Rancid smell came to the spell as the list did pill App loaded,

in english foreign Latin the ages ran to cat,

this grip of mold bracing was watch as in the sold,

no man did live to see the scene as eye was on the mole being lean.

Stifled born to take the storm a tidal on this flight,

for score to stand the gift with talent gem a fight,

the plant in bulb the head untold rose to know the nature,

knowledge lifted as the kit, the mind, the wrap, the did.

Yellow marsh to bogs in lined a swallow of the rip,

chorus of the shaking 'till the ground behaved to sole,

these turn-abouts morse walk to source a journey or the trip,

four years age the blast was saved the brain did function to a page!!

Locked in learn the rather stern control was a Degree,

the Graduate of School at Set marched forward with freezing asked a see,

shivers were no sign of Colds the signal was to Fire,

for as the goose does feather quick so to do words of less tricked.