Sean Rowe - "1952 Vincent Black Lightning"
Come down, Come down
A boy
A bike
And a girl
So simple
So
They would never know
That you live more on a motorcycle in 5 minutes
Than you ever will in a cage
Stuck
Surrounded
Safe
Stuck
Wind surrounds
Throttle immediate
Impetuous
Roar corresponds
Caresses
She saw the bike
Heard
Rode
Felt
Vibrations coursing
Though
Muted touching
Caress
Her arms grabbed him
Ever close
Pulling, clutching
Freedom
All
In the world
Created for the two
Ride hard
Ride fast
Trees blur
As they chase
The horizon
In their opening world
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Sunday, June 14, 2020
ALL LIVES MATTER
The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
Last week I posted
ALL LIVES MATTER
Hard to believe
Something so true
Would be construed
So false
Bene
Molto Bene
The Cult opened for
Billy Idol
Whose sleek leather didn't prevent
His falling on his ass
Twice
Their sound erupted
Captivated
Charged
Propelled
Created
To speak
To me
Only to me
Only to them
The ones
Whom I said
All Lives Matter
All
Equal
Too much
For some
Accusatory
Gnarled fingers point
Saying some
Are better
Than others
No
Sorry
We are all there
Bent
Broken
Seeking some sanctuary
You tried
You failed
All lives matter
All
Last week I posted
ALL LIVES MATTER
Hard to believe
Something so true
Would be construed
So false
Bene
Molto Bene
The Cult opened for
Billy Idol
Whose sleek leather didn't prevent
His falling on his ass
Twice
Their sound erupted
Captivated
Charged
Propelled
Created
To speak
To me
Only to me
Only to them
The ones
Whom I said
All Lives Matter
All
Equal
Too much
For some
Accusatory
Gnarled fingers point
Saying some
Are better
Than others
No
Sorry
We are all there
Bent
Broken
Seeking some sanctuary
You tried
You failed
All lives matter
All
Sunday, June 7, 2020
For a moment
Fleetwood Mac - Landslide (Official Music Video)
He had approached so slow. Soft. Sweet. To no avail.
She struck out. As hard as she could. Glancing blow. If it were not for the earnest howling fear she held in her eyes he might have laughed. Instead, on the inside, his heart crushed. This was a look he never wanted to see. It cut him hard. Deep. To the quick.
Love till it kills you, or you kill it.
He had done it,. On both sides. This look was something he wanted to save her from, and here he was the cause. He had held on tho the gossamer wings of the impossible, now he did little more than plummet back to earth. An earth that would destroy him and his Icarus wings. To close to the sun he had flown. Now he would pay the price.
Or was it her.
Standing so elegant, in the middle of her road. Her bathrobe was a fluffy white. Perhaps a bit out of place at 11 o' clock a.m., but who was he to judge. One fist curled. Defiance? Defense? Threat? He was walking to his car. Did it matter.
The great halls of Kathmandu were closed. Forever. Primal heat that had forged their hearts would be forgotten. Infinitesimal worlds that erupted with life in the smallest of spaces distancing them would be silenced. Cries of joy as his hand danced along her supple curves so sweet,. Waiting, longing, forevermore. Though life cries for life, she was more than happy to watch those voices go mute.
Perhaps
When he deleted her number, he silenced them as well. Don't misunderstand. The voices were glorious. He knew he could not hear them sing songs crying from the darkness.
They meant nothing to her.
Unless they did.
But others began to draw songs from the darkness. Never as elegant. Never as sweet.
So it goes.
Only in the shadows would she stand and remember.
For a moment.
He had approached so slow. Soft. Sweet. To no avail.
She struck out. As hard as she could. Glancing blow. If it were not for the earnest howling fear she held in her eyes he might have laughed. Instead, on the inside, his heart crushed. This was a look he never wanted to see. It cut him hard. Deep. To the quick.
Love till it kills you, or you kill it.
He had done it,. On both sides. This look was something he wanted to save her from, and here he was the cause. He had held on tho the gossamer wings of the impossible, now he did little more than plummet back to earth. An earth that would destroy him and his Icarus wings. To close to the sun he had flown. Now he would pay the price.
Or was it her.
Standing so elegant, in the middle of her road. Her bathrobe was a fluffy white. Perhaps a bit out of place at 11 o' clock a.m., but who was he to judge. One fist curled. Defiance? Defense? Threat? He was walking to his car. Did it matter.
The great halls of Kathmandu were closed. Forever. Primal heat that had forged their hearts would be forgotten. Infinitesimal worlds that erupted with life in the smallest of spaces distancing them would be silenced. Cries of joy as his hand danced along her supple curves so sweet,. Waiting, longing, forevermore. Though life cries for life, she was more than happy to watch those voices go mute.
Perhaps
When he deleted her number, he silenced them as well. Don't misunderstand. The voices were glorious. He knew he could not hear them sing songs crying from the darkness.
They meant nothing to her.
Unless they did.
But others began to draw songs from the darkness. Never as elegant. Never as sweet.
So it goes.
Only in the shadows would she stand and remember.
For a moment.
Monday, June 1, 2020
As the masses trod on
Eurythmics - Doubleplusgood
What an insipid sight. In a world of victors and victims... we must be the victims. You can only be a winner by being a looser. Delight. Revel in groveling.
It is not the government my friend, though I wish it was, it is us. Revel! Revel!
Merit is not gained on what you achieved, but what you have lost. If you have achieved, it is only because of those who have lost. Your glory is your shame. By winning, you have proclaimed little more than your degeneracy.
You may have done no ill.
You may have lifted your brothers.
and sisters.
To no avail.
For you tried to lift them from a lower state to a higher state. This should be despised. So doubleplus ungood my friend. Doubleplus good indeed. How dare you? See people as people. Embrace without distinction. By not seeing differences... you have made yourself different. The different must be destroyed. Show shame in your glory. Disdain for your joy.
Revel in groveling.
As the masses trod on.
What an insipid sight. In a world of victors and victims... we must be the victims. You can only be a winner by being a looser. Delight. Revel in groveling.
It is not the government my friend, though I wish it was, it is us. Revel! Revel!
Merit is not gained on what you achieved, but what you have lost. If you have achieved, it is only because of those who have lost. Your glory is your shame. By winning, you have proclaimed little more than your degeneracy.
You may have done no ill.
You may have lifted your brothers.
and sisters.
To no avail.
For you tried to lift them from a lower state to a higher state. This should be despised. So doubleplus ungood my friend. Doubleplus good indeed. How dare you? See people as people. Embrace without distinction. By not seeing differences... you have made yourself different. The different must be destroyed. Show shame in your glory. Disdain for your joy.
Revel in groveling.
As the masses trod on.
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