The Wolverine

Gary Jules Mad World (Wolveriene’s version)

Lithium (Jean's Version)

 

It’s a mad world.  She took away their last form of communication.  Or I guess you could say it was him.  He was the one that went outside of the script.  How did he do this?  By telling the truth.  A small little truth… no more than a crack in a dam.  But by merely pointing it out the wall collapsed.  Don’t get me wrong the façade was beautiful.  But at the end of the day, it was nothing more than a façade that would erupt on its own anyway.  That’s right:  I’m talking about the Wolverine and Jean Grey.   

What started all this???  I watched a movie a few days back.  It helped to cement which one of the X-men I was.  Don’t worry.  He ran from his own clarification as well.

It was one of those X-men movies or I suppose a spin off.  Like the comics, it was filled with the good guys, the bad guys, and all those marvelous shades of gray.  For a little while I thought I could associate with Scott, or Cyclops.  He was smart, reserved, and was a man of controlled words… okay, so maybe I wasn’t Scott.  Well then maybe I was the professor.  That’s a possibility.  He was smart, urbane, a teacher.  Maybe it would fit.  But no… even he had to be saved.  He had to be saved by the Wolverine.

The movie I saw by the way was The Wolverine.  The Wolverine: a brute, a brawler, a tenacious bulldog who just would not quit.  Yeah, that’s all true.  But this latest movie really pointed out another odd fact.  Wolverine was a man haunted by a ghost.  The specter of Jean Grey.

Jean had focused the savage beast.  He would not hesitate to stand against anyone for her.  Always for her.  And she, gave all for him.  This caused her death the first time, but the second time she emerged confused.  More powerful than one could believe, he tried to help her but h only ended up killing her.  What???  Well he did it for her.  (Comic logic, see the movie if you have to.)  But like the sting of a bee, Jean never really left.  She continued to haunt his dreams.

 In his dream she would tease, she taunting promises.  He knew she was a dream, she knew she was a dream.  But  I suppose for him, a dream was all they had.  If he could not enjoy the pleasure of her, then I guess Wolverine felt he could at least enjoy the pain… it was all he had.  Would you live a life of hell for five minutes of heaven?  For Wolverine apparently the answer was yes.  He had tried to walk away.  Maybe it worked for a moment or two.  The thin skin that covered the wound however was very weak, ready to rupture at a moment’s notice.  But on the other hand, maybe it was this ghost that kept the Wolverine alive.  He had faced so much more than it seemed fair for any comic book character to take and loose.  Maybe it was only that memory of a fractured past that kept his present, no matter how askew in order: poor Wolverine.  But don’t worry, every morning, he would wake however and carry on.  Poor Wolverine.

 The thing that was hard for me to figure out, was when he knew it was a dream, why did he keep on doing it.  To tell you honestly I don’t know.  Maybe she had to stay in the fractured stasis.  He knew all the fractures… he said as much.  He longed from a howl from the other side that met his own hand reaching out in the darkness.  Maybe that’s asking too much from a movie.  Maybe if truth was brought in they would face the denial and collapse into the other, or maybe it would reveal that all of it was nothing more than a shifting game built upon a cracked foundation.  Revealed it would just cause them to collapse.  Ahh well, good thing Wolverine is indestructible.

The gift

"Excuse me."

So it was my second time in line.  I had been in line once before to buy an item, now I was going to build up some store credit with some books I had sold back to the store.  You see I was at Recycled books  It's a used bookstore up here in Denton.  The setting of this story however, may not be as important as what day it was... it was Christmas Eve.

My Christmas Eve caught up with me being in the domestic.  Doing the wash, deciding on the potential of two docs to create this upcoming semester, and the fun of making sure that my classes are able to make.  Too much distraction... I mean fun, yeah... that's what we will call it, and of course cleaning about the house.  In cleaning my house I had come across some books I wanted to trade in to a used bookstore:  Recycled Books.

Well in the torrent of things to do I went to Recycled.  As it was Christmas Eve, the store was pretty busy.  As a common  trait among many established used book stores, the store perfectly reflected the tomes it sold; a little well worn, signs of age are present, but the store, and its customers reflected only nurturing comfort.  At the purchasing area a short haired brunette brazened with the bandana of a Rosie the Riveter greeted me.  Through her black thick rimmed glasses one expects in a college town, she confidently began the shuffle.  "What is your first name again?", followed by the "Okay... it will be a little while."  All of this I was used to.  I knew I would go and loose myself in the trove.

"Excuse me."

The trick is the same at most retail.  You give the customers time to spend money at the store while they wait for the service. I had made my usual rounds.  I spent my time looking at books, then at people, all the while carrying out conversations in my head.  I found an item, waited in line, and sat to read while I waited for my credit to be ready.  When they called my name I went to go get it and got right back into line again.  This time, a new employee had stepped forward to the two operating registers.  I hadn't seen her in a long time.  As our conversations were always good, I hoped that I would get to be her customer.  I looked at the line, figured out that the odds seemed to be in my favor and smiled.  The line moved forward at a steady pace...

"Excuse me."

That is when I saw her.  Well actually heard her.  Looking down there she was.  A girl somewhere between the age of 9 and 10 holding out a flower that seemd so large in her tiny hand.  She held a bunch of similar flowers in her other hand and it obvious that she had picked them from the bush outside.  Yet her smile was so earnest.  So unblemished by any motive save to say: "Excuse me, but I wanted to give you a flower and tell you I hope you have a Merry Christmas tomorrow."  Her smile turned into an open grin as I reached down to take her gift from her.  "For me?Well thank you young lady.  Looking up, I saw her mother standing about 8 feet away holding a larger bouquet.  But looking back at the girl I saw her begin to laugh.  "Well you have a lot of flowers", I stated. "Yes, I am going to give one to every person in the store.  I want to make sure they have a Merry Christmas."  "Well that's a good idea," I replied.  "And I hope you have a Merry Christmas!" 

Her response to my announcement, merely displayed the unbridled joy of Christmas.  She laughed.  That unfettered laugh that comes so easily as a child, but sadly grows more difficult as we get older.  "It's not Christmas today!", she bellowed.  "It's not?", I replied," Well I want you to have a Merry Christmas both today and tomorrow."  This little bit of minor madness caused both her and her mother her to giggle.  "Thank you so much for your gift."  I told her.  "Now you better get going and deliver more."  It was now my turn at the front counter.  The sales attendant I hadn 't spoken to in a while was behind the register. 

"Excuse me." could be heard in the distance.  Out of my peripheral vision she was spreading joy to the world the best way she knew how, by giving all a simple, hand picked yellow flower.  Never forget, the power of one good act in a weary world.

"Excuse me."

Never hesitate to practice random acts of kindness.

"Excuse me."

I am only telling the readers to.... what?  Okay.  I will tell them.

Merry Christmas.        

   

Pick a memory of light

Madonna Ray of Light




Pick a memory of light
Any one
Her joy
Tiny feet chasing
Walking the rails
With the father
Finding
Treasure in discarded rags
That
He had placed
Though
She didn't know
Does it change the memory?

Pick a memory of light
Any one
In the racing
Chaotic scurry
Of the daily race
Like
Suffocating heat
Fieldhouse filled
Barbarian yawps
Diming in his ears
Focus on
Defying odds
Rising to the challenge
He knew
Victory merely waited
Do you chase the horizon?


Pick a memory of light
Her smile
A moments pause
The delight found
In accepting eyes open
Or
The desire found
In longing eyes closing
Before the moment
Burning contact
Passes
Does it change the moment?

Pick a memory of light
That hides in tomorrows sunrise
It's there you know
Flying
Waiting
Longing
For you to make it
For your capture
"Chase me"
Coo's its breathy whisper
Waiting
Will you pursue?

But the wisest of all
Fill the present
With light
So all can see
Back
Perhaps they burn
To defy the memories
Whose skeletal arms reach
To blind
That which
Might try to bind
And distract
Defeat
Complete
Those that try to
Pick a memory of light

Don't stop the music

Don't Stop Britney's Music (Robin Skouteris Mix)

Please
Stop
She
Thought
Feigning defiance
Against
The music's primal beat
Eyes close
As if
We could
Cancel the impossible
Forestall the
Inevitable
As
Rhythm surrounds
Pulsing waves
of the beat push
Pulsing waves
Of dancers
Drowning lost
In a sea
Tranquility
Please
Stop
Thought as
The focus of real
Pulls the blur
As fiction escapes
Swirling whisper whips
Caress your ear
Joining the movements
The flashing lights
Illumining delights
Lost in only a moment
Replaced
Repealed
As the real
Becomes the shadow
The echo
Threshes
Blending
In
Following heated presses
Heated trace touches
Intimate from darkness
Silent Ally
The drawing slide
Against
The press
For
The Beat
So
Smiling
Stop
Please
A killing retreat
Please
Stop
Pretending

Descending Zenith

Jennifer Lopez Vs Britney Spears Vs Rihanna - Against The Floor (Robin Skouteris Mix)

Descending Zenith
Sun's dying moments
Breathing fire into her eyes
Knowing it would live still
In her
Simmering Stare
To live
To burn
To grin
To laugh
All again
In her
Delicate dance
I listened
I observed
While the pressing through
Burned
Longing to taste
The smooth move
Of
Her dancing lips
Dripping
Curious to call
The kiss stolen
When it was a gift
Of life
So freely given
As the
Descending Zenith

Rises
Again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYseWvSFADA = Jennifer Lopez Vs Britney Spears Vs Rihanna - Against The Floor (Robin Skouteris Mix)

 

Your power

Robin Skouteris - Dirty Rockk (Evanescence, Limp Bizkit, Kevin Rudolf, Lil Wayne & more) MASHUP

 

Okay… really cool mashup.  The place that I started using for inspiration starts at 00:54.  Start there to read

In a world
Filled
With a dog eared deafening dogma
Replaces free thought
The false suffocating security of groupthink
Religious
Political
Social
Any group
Any side
All you have to do is conform
Without question
Sedate
You will be accepted
Maybe

But
To be true
To yourself
Knowing
Any truth
That cannot bear questioning
Doesn't deserve  to be called a truth
Every heart reverberates

Though
The nail that sticks out
Gets struck down the hardest
The nail knows
Revolutionaries are never loved
During the revolution
Make yourself
Your strongest ally
Run from the fear
Silence the old self
Who whispers doubt
So sweet
Effortlessly sapping
Your power
Makes you afraid
Your power
Til you embrace
You power
And realize
You are stronger
Than you ever believed
In a world
Filled
With a dog eared deafening dogma
 

The Blood of Eden

Peter Gabriel Blood of Eden

Never let it be forgot
Between the real
And the imagined
Lies the shadow

A shadow where
I have seen
My words
My heart
Cast
Degraded
Regarded
As little more
Than filthy
Menstrual rags crumpled

Thanks
Should I smile
At the one
Whose fear induced
Corner cowering
Hide her shame
In a house that knows no victory
Save passions
So vital
They are to remain hidden
In secret folders
Sparingly distributed
As they are
Sparingly diminished
To the David's killing Goliath's
The lovers grip grew loose
To the inspiration of Blakeswood
Caught him in a noose
Or your dance
Of delight
With Mike
-elangello
In Sistine chapel glow

Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see?
Or did I create?
While I wait
-ed for a moment
of Forgetting
A moment of bliss

Somewhere is an Eden
And never let it be forgot

That somewhere

Sometime

There was a Camelot