Two simple rules

Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Beyond Belief (Early Version)  (by the way if the song bleeds into Elvis Costello's You Little Fool... that's okay)

So what is to be said in the vulgar age that desperately searches for heroes if only to rip them down.  Especially at this hour.  Almost after 10:30.  The magic twilight that has replaced the water cooler.  Where fine and happily married Christian men and women post pics of family, or of the day.  Perhaps in honesty, or maybe a silent subterfuge calling out to another out in the darkness for one flirt, a doge, a smile, to feel young again.  To escape the mortal coil, if only for a moment. To go from the known, to what might have been.  To be wanted... if only in an illusory manner.  As long as all can imagine and agree, it works.  If only for a moment.

So what can I say.  Two things.  First: Everything changes.  The ones you know, sorry to say, they can change.  They might change.  Pressure doesn't make character, it reveals it.  The petty, the base, that which lies underneath... its all there.  Charged vows made in a moment of passion go the way of the dodo.  Can they change back?  Perhaps.  All moves.  All twists.  Some value their words, others... well let's just say not so much.  Perhaps eternal love is too much to ask for this mortal coil.  After all... They need new jeans.  Or perhaps they must go to buy leather boots.  You know the designer names.  They are so important.  More than that, they got a deal on it.  Post.... brag... the acquisition of goods trumps all, n'est pas?  Much more so than being one of character, than standing upright, than remaining outstanding when the rest of the world so desperately tries to make you fit in.  It is so much easier.  Everything changes.

The second rule is much more simple... everything is eternal.

Welcome to humanity.

Just never forget my two simple rules.

Nonetheless

Robyn Hitchcock - The Ghost In You

In the night
The tune began to play
As his
Words long to betray
Describing the tantalizing pirouettes
of a glorious shade
In the half light
forever beckoned
yet remained
just a touch
out of reach
He would pursue
Driven
Til

The lights came on

and the shade vanished

It was a beautiful song

Nonetheless

Lingering Hesitation

Lady Gaga Vs HIM Moloko Justin & Kosheen 'Join The Poker House' by Robin Skouteris

It was the laughter in her eyes.  He never wanted to hear them dim.  Maybe that's why it was.  Her sudden pause.  The lingering hesitation.  He turned to face.

They had pulled off to a side.  A boundary.  They stood, each to each, in a world of shadow, save one distant light.  Perhaps that was the only place that was safe.  A point just distant from the harshness of reality.  It was here that she softly stuttered.

It was said, almost in a hush.  Three little words.

That was it.  It was nothing.  It was everything.  He was shocked.  It had always been there.  Those words.  The elephant in the room that if by speaking its name both were afraid it would rip the environs asunder.  Yet... by saying she had brought the hidden to life.  To many they may just be words, but not to him.  They marked a moment.  An unspoken pledge hidden behind.  Accept me.  Embrace me.  I devote myself to you... if only for a moment... deeper.  Live with me, be with me, join with me... love me.  Within those three little words was a simple destruction if their was no response.

Her laughing eyes were momentarily silenced by a shadow of fear.  Those three words.  Even though she had been the first to utter, he questioned if could be held so venerable.  He knew the gravity, their seriousness.  Indeed they held a power so bold that even though she had said them, could he be held so fragile.  Could it be true?  Those words.  They were for him.  She longed for return.  He longed for her.  He longed to say, to speak, to give life.

He pulled her close.  The three words were returned.  The shadow of fear that plagued her eyes suddenly dissipated.  They pulled one to another.  Bodies began to speak in words unspoken.  Heated kisses filled with desire aced at times as verbs, at other times as definite nouns.  Each touch, each caress, acted as a delightful adverb.  The tracing caress drawing the bodies one into the other.  The crash of the two, the hard into the soft.  The push, the pull, the trace along all boundaries, while tongues consumed furious.  All actions repeating the words simple three that both had been so hesitant to say.  Words that their bodies had spoken unabashedly in hidden maneuvers long before the lips, the souls were able to catch up.

For at the end...

...the desire, the primal pull...

... had very little time, for any lingering hesitation.    

  

  

Subways no way for a good man to go down

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters - Indigo Girls

"So it goes."

That's Kurt Vonnegut, Jr..

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”

That's Jack.  Jack Kerouac.

Name of poetry.  Eyes of wisdom staring down from some distant star.  His sallow cheeks.  His eyes bearing the pain of the world.  He knew her.  He knew what her final words would be to his trash can dream denied.  He knew that even his demand of nothing, would be denied.  The rich man can ride, and the hobo, he goes down.  N'est pas?  

So it goes.  

But...

He still sees the world for what it is, and loves it anyway.  Perhaps the next ones will rise.  Not all, he laughed, but the few.  Those that the world almost destroys.  They are the ones that end up saving it you know.  The true revolutionaries who listen for the songs of the city.  They hear the voice of the downtrodden, and at least they try... try... to do something.  Anything.  They try.  The pain they have absorbed, perhaps unberable, they use to pour out healing.  Maybe this action is little more than them seeking thier own healing.  Maybe so.  Maybe not.  Because they do it regardless.

But they cant see...

...and... 

...that is why... 

They know not if its dark outside or light.