Come and Dance

Ciara Feat Justin Timberlake - Love Sex Magic (Djs From Mars Remix)

Come and dance

Simple request
Did she know
As she sat
Her eyes shone
Like her clothes
Tracing walk along the border
Of the hidden and the seen
Forever beckoning
Form fine perfect
Drawn
Tight
Flowing
Energy exuded from her
Boiling passion
Waiting
Longing
For a signal
For release
The teasing turn
I can feel the burn
Of her
Long legged glory
The arrogance
of her knowing smile
As she turns
There is no lie in her fire
That burns so savage
All the while the build
The laugh
The turning away
The waiting
For the flirt
To be fulfilled

Come and dance

Simple request
To lips bursting
With heat
Waiting
For the touch
The trace
The moment
Burning
Simmering
The cauldrons call
For the fall
Of one into the other

Come and Dance

Except the truth

Adele vs. Tim Berg (Avicii) - Hello Bromance (Djs From Mars Bootleg)

One day I will find the right words and they will be simple.
Backhand words muttered by a man made mad
By a world
Which would accept anything
Except the truth
Perhaps

He made a miastake, he drove by her house
Simple enough
If it is
Even still
But the light in front
Shone bright
Testament to
A woman whose darkness His light was unable to pierce
Ramshackle eruption of chaos
Was her land
From where
He had been cast
His voice became nothing more than an echo
In the din
Made mad
Though he had committed no sin
Except the truth
Perhaps

For a moment his foot glanced the brake
He could stop
Sudden appearance could contain
An earthquake where everything askew
Would be thrust back
Back
Back into place

Then he laughed
She was a Black Widow
From which he had escaped
The husks of too many men made mad
But in the ripping free
He longed to be
Trapped
But he could not
Return
To the truth
Of her
And him
That made him mad
Fumbling with fiction
To reach the truth

The wolves at war - Ugly Pug II

David Bowie Jump They Say remix

The wolves are at war
as I write this
Love and hate
Locked in life's battle
In my heart.
Who will win?
Who do I feed?
Who?

In my mind
The beat pierced the darkness
The one thing that could be sure
Was the truth
Of the beat
Cutting through wisps of smoke set
Clouded vision
Or created them
So figures
Pushing though the darkness
Only to know
Contacts
Slight stolen
Heated eruption
Fictions slight felt
Based on the tendrils of truth
As only the best are
The pressing beat
Pummeled anyway


Glimpses of
Shadow slight smile
Her eyes
So honest
So open
So simmering
Til
She wore sunglasses

Be it walking with the other
Or somersaults on the beach
At least she had the decency
To cover her eyes
Even if
The slight smile
Remained

The wolves are at war

Seeking shelter

Peter Gabriel Natalie Merchant REM - Red Rain

Seeking shelter
It's raining outside
A storm

Holding the promise of life
If one can endure

He thought of her

How she felt
In the water's pelt

ing down

Cleansing as it engulfs
Blurring  vision
Or refracted light

Subtle soft bend

Through
Windows pass
Gentle din
Making words unnecessary
As the two
Drew
Towards the other

Cloud created
The false twilight
A moment of fiction
Allowing truths
Reality obscures
To rise
If only for a moment
He and her could be
And see
The truth might be revealed
The electricity
The primal
The truth
Of the simpilest
Touch
Gentle sweet trace
Alsong her cheek
Searching for souls
In the eyes of the other
Seeking shelter
Til the storm passes

Burning abide

Gorillaz vs. Donna Summer - Stylo vs. Feel Good vs. I feel love (Djs from Mars)

Egyptian eyes laugh
Piercing his
Spanish soul
The twist
The turn
The hand of horous
Dangles before us
Beckoning for the touch
But knowing
She shifts into
Soft movements to hide
Her slow burn
As she turn
s
Softly pressing forward
toward
Desire
Subtle shift
back
All the while
Her smile coy
The fingers softly trace
Along the back
Holding their slide
In the burning abide
Waiting
Wanting
For his advance
Measured
Longing for the touch
To the heat
Burning

The pause

Rihanna Vs. Coldplay - We Found Love Vs Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

So it was
At the beginning
Or maybe the end

The pause

However long
However silent
Ending only with
A broken grin
A welling tear
Weighed heavy
In a corner she thought forgotten
Wiped quickly by the back of her finger
Before I could see
Though
I did

But the grin would
remain broken in
The dissipating light
A moment away from laughter

Or was it sorrow

In the dark

Of a middle
That never was

Che at play

Most people I know are lucky.  They have an Elf on the shelf.  A tiny miscreant who is always up to sort of mischief.  All is good.  All is fun.  No one gets hurt.  Maybe.

Well that's not my case.  I guess an elf on the shelf just isn't for me.  Nope... I have a 'Che at play.'

How did this change come about.  How did I come to have this South American revolutionary who is always ready to 'light the fire of revoluiton?'

Now for those of you that know me know that I refuse to loose a Zippo.  I have only had about five during my life.  The one I have from my grandfather, a.k.a. Pa, I don't let leave the house.  The others, along the journey of life, have managed to grow a pair of legs.  All, save one, have been lost at a party.  But even the one that was was caused by the same distraction... a girl.

So I made some rules.  I bought an orange one.  It was bright.  A color that no one else could easily claim as there own at a party.  If it was a girl that needed a light, I would light it myself.  If it was for a guy... well I would let him light it, but I would watch him the whole time.  So far, it has worked.  Like I said, I still have the Orange one.  But then, something happened.  Our meeting took place in a small Texas town of 840 people called Nevada (pronounced Nee-vay-da), Texas.  That is where I made his acquaintance.

It was at a convenience store.  Like most small town convenience stores, it always was more comfortable giving directions like "go down two blocks and you will pass the McClure farm on hte right.  You know the one with the white barn.  Well after you get past the red plow he keeps by the chickens take a left until you come across Haver's tree by the Seed and Feed...."  It was the kind of place where Bait was as likely to be found as Butane.

But on this trip I needed water.  I was on a project and it was my way to thank the students that showed up for the Service Learning Project of helping out the storm victims of a Tornado that touched down over winter break.  I found the bottled water that had been drawn from the finest springs of New Jersey.  I hefted it to the front counter.  In the resonance of the dull thud of placing the water down, that is where I found him.  From high on a zippo rack that contained a collection ranging from camaflouge, confederate, to pithy sayings like "Get 'er done", his fierce eyes shone.  As he and I were born on the same day... I took him home.

As I am a disciplined Zippo owner if I cannot find him, I am not worried.  I tell myself that he has merely gone on a revolutionary foray.  He will be found.  So far, he has every time.  He might be recovered from a nook.  Perhaps he took refuge in a cranny.  But he is always found.  So whenever I cannot place him, I am not worried.  I know that it is merely "Che at play".