Who is Javert?

will.i.am "Scream and Shout" + Les Miserables Parody - "Dream and Shout"

So

He saw her

The car

So big

So blue

Parody
It was all little
more
My friend

So it goes

Foreign of course
Not as nice as the Mazda
Is that a sign?
Perhaps
But she is so Cabo
You know

Racing down the boulevard

The car
So high
You could look down upon
All

Dressed in the gauntlet
Of every high priced trophy wife

Sweet clandestine
Sweet camouflage

Celebrate

You have forgotten me
As I have forgotten you
Except that we haven't

Racing ahead
Before

Dropping behind
After

My clever girl
Always
The sweet clever girl

Mongrel pups
Fall
For your sanguine
Drops
So desperate
For a Jean Valjean
That has turned into
Javert

Who really
Is Javert?

Beauty
Killing
Beast

Blessings
As you scurry

So desperate
So

Afraid

Race on into the night

Race

My beauty

Race

The rest because you tried to run

With her

Guns'n'Roses Vs The Killers - Sweet Child of Mine Vs. Mr. Brightside (Djs From Mars Bootleg Remix)

The clack of the "L" bounced off the city streets below
Did she know
Her beauty devestating
In jeans that clung
To every curve
Singing desire
As she turned
Walked away
Glory

Til
She turned back
Revealing
Her smile
Eyes
In shape so sweet
So becoming
Calling
Fire burning
Waiting
To consume

You pray
That you will be the one
Chosen
Taken
For a moment
To die
With her
To be born anew
With her
Rendered askew
With her
Whatever
With her

With her

Burn with me
So desperately
My one

She knows what she knows

Echo & The Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar (Way Out West Remix)

So it goes

There you are

The one
among so many

She stops
She looks

Through pressed lips
You think you see a smile
A smile for you
Alone

So it goes
So it always goes

For a moment you believe you are
A savior
Messiah
Incarnate
To save her
From herself

So simple
So it goes
So
It always goes

Perhaps
The press of her
Magnificence
Against you
Is too much
For your
Eruption into heaven
While to her
Little more
Than a banal excursion
Into her hell

All is well
So it goes
With her
It has always ever gone
Lips
Like sugar
|
Your pursuit beyond fabric
Leads to more fabric
Only
More fun
As
The dance
Of fingers
Along elastic borders
That give
So much
With the push
The trace
Beyond
Heated flesh rises
To meet desperation
For a moment
For a moment

Only to get lost in her lips
So sweet
So saccharine
She calls for you
Tonight
To share this moonlight
Translucent
And in the half-light
You give her |
Sugar kisses
So sweet
So
Very
Sweet

She know what she knows

She knows what she wants

To be consumed

Desert Rose Sting (remix)

Yesterday, She laughed it off
Said it was a butt call
No realizing
That when her butt calls
You answer

So fast
So quick

The simmering
Reached a boil
Peeking
Popping
Over the lid
She is more
Glory
Than she will ever know

To feel the curve
To glide along
Her form
So precious
Strong
Svelt
Wating
Longing
Calling
For your caress
Fingers grace
Draw along her supple
Firm

One hand glides
Guides
Towards her inner thigh
The other caresses her stomach
Skin
So hot
So warm
So welcoming

Touches rise
Toward
The center of her heat
So fierce
Or the supple bend
Of her glory
Rising
Desperate to feel
My touch
My desire
The arch
The lean
Back
To me
Into me

Passion drips from her lips
So sweet

I feel her burn
So strong
I long to be consumed
In her
With her
If only
For a moment

To be consumed

Ode to joy

Ode to joy

Beauty encapsulated.  Part of an orchestra.  The climax.  Written by a man so deaf... but so genius.  Concocting only from memory that which he wished to display.  Somewhere in between... he created majesty.  Love for brothers, kindred separated by war.  A war based on nothing that could divide the union. 

I saw her at the traffic light you know.  Her face golden and alight in a sun transitioning from its overhead to the radiant orange of its descending.  She had cut it short... or at least shorter.  Now it clung to her shoulders.  A sign, if anything, of limited freedom.  So limited.  But one must take it parcel by parcel if that is all that is allowed.  I had been her friend.  Friendship has a way of keeping one eye open.  But, I had been her lover.  So blind.  So desperate.  She had given me a reason, she had given me value.  She gave me joy.  But sadly, as her friend, I saw all.

I loved her.
And sometimes... she loved me.

So it goes.

She at least finally registered her marriage Stateside you know.  That means something.  I guess.  Sometimes she forgets that a friend loves you in spite of who you are. 

In the end, I found the right words and I kept them simple.  Thank you for being my friend.  Of course she ripped the card I wrote this on in half.  Thanks.

So it goes.

So it ever goes.

Regardless, blessings to you.  My beautiful one, separated by a war of your own creation.

Ode to joy my sweet.  Ode to joy.

Only you

Alison Moyet performs 'Only You' Live at The Burberry S/S16 Womenswear Show

The crowd mumbles
At the beginning
Then
As if she didn't know
The orchestra plays
Reinforcing
The epic
She had been so glad
To let go
Release

She was afraid
You cannot
Blame

Yet

As always

Only you

He had not forgotten
Let the shadows pass
Marionettes
Doing
Pirouettes
As she had
So long ago
So long

The dance
Calling
How he could feel
Her curve
So glorious
Press against him
Wanting
Longing
For him
To press
Back
As urgent
As longing
As...
Beautiful
She couldn't know
He was already entrapped
So deep
To her
Her soft
Her curve
Drove him to the point
Of madness
So glorious
So
Desire
His hands longed
To fulfill
That which he had played in dreams
Again

And again

So Soft
So Supple
So
Beautiful

Consume me
As he consumed her
His heart cried

All I ever knew
Only you

Everytime we touch

Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Official Video)

He travelled to his storage locker today.  An opportunity to place his items into limbo while he waited for his entry into the paradise that would surely follow.  He was looking for his old motorcycle boots.  He longed for there comfort.  That's when he grabbed it.  An old leather jacket.  It was from so long ago, but its skin, so supple, cried out to him.  "Just put me on... what could it hurt?"

His arm softly slipped into the sleeve.  It embraced him, as it always had.  It felt good, so good.  His mind flashed back.

The backing, her into him.  She knew the soft curve.  How full, soft, she felt in his hands.  His hand, so clever, slipped into her inner thigh.  His rise met the rise of her heat.  Her cry  Join me.  Melt into me.  Embrace me.  Fully.  All addressed in her simple sft sway back  Pressing so softy, so sweet into me  Her longing desire burning ever higher,

Her beckoning cry, her pull was met by his push  Desire burned  The fire rose to an inferno as they burned and were consumed each to each

Dreams

Sting & Cheb Mami - Desert Rose (Remix Oficial) HD

The door opened
Electricity flew
From skin
So hot
Temptation erupted
From eyes so soft
So gentle

To hold
To embrace
If only for a moment
Stolen

Erupt from the past
To the present
For a moment
Only  a moment

She would move
Her backside
Against
Longing for a response

Heat primeval
Burned from inside
Drawing
Waiting
Longing

His hand slid
Across the glory
Of her pressing toward
Reveling in her firm
Gift
Waiting for him to open
So soft
So fine

He drew
So high
Against her thigh
So hidden
So glorious
Forever rising toward
The sweet intoxication of her love
So soft
So warm
So
Intoxicating

Passion burns
Contact
Higher
Ever Higher
While

Her press forever burning back

The Ride

Richard Thompson - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning


Today he went for a ride
Nowhere in particular
Deadly dance
Traffic so thick
Stick
In
Or out
The dodge
The dart
So smart
Three steps ahead
You have to be

Mind drifts
As its want
Happened weeks ago
Perhaps months
One or two

She had returned
His Molly
Bonnie lass
How
Her fingers ran
When they ran
Through his hair
Up there

There

Where

Time could stand still
For only a moment
Before
She ran

Inglorious goodbye
Yet
He smiled

She was his beautiful bird
Flying in his mind
Forever
But this day
For a moment
He allowed her
To build a nest

For a moment

He saw her glory
He saw that she was happy
Or as happy as she could be
Maybe

Maybe

Let her know
She was glorious
He was so proud of her
Her
She had survived
If only
She had fought the fight
And won
He was proud

With a turn of his throttle
He had to pass
She had to fly
And he

He had to ride
All the while
Avoid
Running out of road

For a moment

Sting - Shape of My Heart (Leon)

He could hear her laughter.

He opened the door.  There she stood.  Her demure smile only intensified her beauty... the atmosphere.  Her lips... dripping... beckoning... so red.  So very red.    He had come to play... and the game was afoot.

In her pirouettes, he gentle turning so.... so very close.  With every move, every movement, she drew closer to him.  All the while beckoning him to pull closer to her. 

The inevitable contact arrived.

Heat burned through the denim as his fingers drew across her curves so supple... so divine.  The fire within him raged.  Yet...

He knew if he moved... even a fracture closer... he would be consumed in her inferno. 
...
He longed.

Everso.

To dive.  To delve.  To pierce.  To join... souls... destinies... if only for an eternal destiny ordained moment. 

She was beautiful.

Everso.

Remarkable.

Everso.

Precious.

So much more than she would ever know....

Ever.

So.

Her twist turned.  But only for a moment.

One more time

Lady Gaga meets Journey - David & Josh Ross - Edge of Glory / Don't Stop Believin' Mashup

She
Was quick
So quick
Like mercury
Sliding between the fingers

Quicksilver

You wanted to hold
But before you know
She was gone

With a touch
Lethal
The longer
You tried to hold
As it slid
Across

You looked into
Eyes so longing
To find
A port
Safety
Refuge
If only
Somehow
From the storm

Come to me
You cried
As you saw
Lips burning
So
So
Foolishly hoping they might burn
For you
As you live
In a wold
So
As she
Lives
In a world
So

Ever so

Can I
For a moment
Praise you
Your body
So tight
So Firm
So
So
Ever so
You eyes
Contain the tempest
Swirling
Yet also contain
The shelter
The safety
As only the eye can

As only the eye can
Bumbled
Bautched

Beautiful

Mea Culpoa

Enigma vs Madonna - The Enigma Within - Robin Skouteris!

Soft movements
So innocent
He felt her press
Her heat
So primal
Against his
Press
So rugged

So primal

Mea Culupa

Against her gyrations
The building of sensuous
Grace
Circling press
Against him

So soft
So urgent
Longing
Wanting
For a return

Rise, so soft
So supple
In her neck
As she came in contact
With him
Pressing
Longing
To feel
That
So long
Denied

She touched
She felt
She longed
Her rub
Pressed
Back
Ever so
Ever so
Longing
Ever so

Mea Culpa

His hands rose
Desperate for completion
Of the fire
Burning so long

Burn with me
Consume me
Let me bathe in your water
Without price

Let me pull you
Into me
Feel my trace
As I search for your desire
Erupting

Let us burn together
And be consumed
Each to ached
And in the embers of our fire
We whisper
Each to each

Nostra culpa

Roadblox

The Prodigy- Roadblox (Fury Road)

Dear Andrew... so the letter began.

I could tell that they had no idea who I was.  I am Andy.  Do you see my achievements?  Do you see my publications?  My award winning documentaries?  Little matter.  I have done all that you said I should.  I have acted my part, so glorious in  play, yet always has the deck stacked against me. 

How did I respond?

A simple e-mail.  I asked how I could improve myself for the next available slot.  I did this perhaps in defiance of the fact that I have improved all that the nameless, faceless, rep from HR told me... improve your service hours.  In academia, I surround myself with a glorified Jr. High school.  What clique do you belong to?  Are you one of the approachable ones?   Little did they now.... 

Scoundrels cloaked in fear.

Save me.  I am indefinable.  In response to your byzantine levels... I laugh.  At lest I own myself. 

So my response carried... what can I do?  What can I do?  To make me more hirable to other colleges or Universities?  Tell me?  Or in other words... describe why I was refuted.  The best.  The boldest.  The brightest.  Brought low....

Explain.

That is all I asked.

So kind.

So clever.

Justify your love... or lack.... thereof.

I am the one on the outskirts.  All my students love me.  I am an excellent professor.  I am... I am... I am the cornerstone the builder refused.  I am not asking why.  I am merely asking you to help me succeed. 

If you hate me... that is okay.  We don't have to like everybody.  I merely thought my almost ten years of excellent service to you was worth something.  Especially as the district once offered me a full time job.  At least before I was honorable enough to offer them my treatment by the History School at UNT.  Look in pride my colleagues. Mercurial pride brought forth a harvest of flowers... all of which died a day after they bloomed.  Bene!  Celebrate your victories!

Forever forward

Gaelic Storm An Irish Party In Third Class

To dance
For a moment
Following to the next
As time collapses
Forever forward

To breathe
To live
To laugh
To love
For a moment
Following to the next

You will have to get close
To another
Neither knows the steps
Neither cares
Life erupts

All one has to do
Is dance
For a moment
Following to the next
Collapse
Forever forward

Every breath we drew

A Wonderful Version of Leonard Cohen's ~ Hallelujah

In the end he did find the words, and they were simple.

Her words, born of rage, furious contempt,... no so much so.

So it was.  So it shall always be.

Simple sign that she truly had forgot... all she was... all she could be.

Never try to save a drowning person.

Wounded animals will only strike.

He woke.  All he could remember was a tendril trace of a vision that had graced him.  He had not thought of her, for so long, so long.  Yet there she was.  Could he tell you what she was wearing?  Not really.  It was some form of dress.  Could he tell you what he was wearing?  No.  Probably jeans and a shirt.  Pretty descriptive. 

That didn't matter.  Why?  In the dream they met as little more than they always were... friends.  They talked.  They laughed.  They were.

If for only a moment.

They were.

The him.

The her.

The one, bound by a gravity that pulled one to the other. 

Simple.

Pure.

Maybe there's a god above.

It won't be found in the cold and broken Hallelujah.
 

The days

10,000 Maniacs - These Are Days

She taught the richness
of love.
The devastation
of war.
When she was
there.
If she ever
was.

Or

If I
could
disengage
from the front lines
in the war
of some mad man
who may have been me.
To become drunk
In her passion play.

Kiss me quick.
Squeeze me slow.

Always

The tapestry fades
While she gave birth
To words
that refuse to die
in the writers voice.
Though it is little more
a lucid dream
awake
a touch
in the dark
a brush
electric

Thanks for the dream
the laughter
in the miracles I see
Throughout
These days