Silent moon

U2 vs Zedd Vs Qulinez- Troll's Year Clarity

The moon is silent.
It's okay
For I have been silent too.
The wolf no longer rests outside the door
It savages my heart
Rips at my soul
My mind
A clamored chaotic whirlwind
Slipping into madness
Prevented by
Gripping
A single truth
Or
Sinking in quicksand reality
Desperately grasping
A fiction
Named hope

Either way

The fabric tears

The ruddy little boy

Mashup - Queen + U2 - The Seas Have No Name

You the people have the power.  

 It ever was.  

 It ever shall be.

But it begins with the one

In Hollywood its easy. 
Captain Kirk
Captain America
Or
The ruddy little boy
Plain
Powerless
Dirty shirt torn
Rises
Before the bully
Smug and sullen
The boy has had enough
Fists
Of scared knuckles torn
Clutching nothing more than the truth
Whatever smile existed
Turned to a sneer
Despite fear
Despite the pain
Despite times struck down in the past
Through gritted teeth
Clenched Fists
Is that all you got?
Stare assures
Freedom and beauty will exist
Knock me down
I shall rise again
And
I might take you down
For
With the arrival of the dawn
Fear will die

Movement
Silent
From the corners they come
Steps slow
Fearful
Yet
Emboldened by the bravery
The defiance of the one
Denied too long the light
They joined
And the strength of the one
Became the strength
Of the many
With a hand outstretched
Join the revolution

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Moonshadow

Cat Stevens Moonshadow blind science remix 

 

The soft moonlight fell upon his aged face.  He smiled.  He had been in the moonshadow for too long.  The light reminded him.  His lady’s touch, in the end had finally arrived.  If only to guide him home.  He didn’t care.  For a moment, it justified him.  It validated all.  He felt the surge of strength flow through his bones so brittle.  Desperate muscles relocated their strength.  Renewed blood filled his veins pumping life to every corner.  For a fraction, he was again complete.  That was all it took.  He was ready. 

Cervantes wouldn’t tell you that.  He never really new this man from La Mancha.  This is due in part to the fact that Cervantes had a job.  He wanted to paint the man a fool.  He wanted to point out his actions as sheer folly.  In long laden sentences, he labored to present the Don as a simpleton lost in his own grand vision of himself. 

Alonso however, always knew.  He was always able to see the truth, but fought desperately to see it his way.  What would you have of him?  Would you have a cracked landscape so baked that it was colored with the blush of the setting sun, or a verdant land in need only of a hero?  Would you rather have dilapidated windmills, or leviathan dragons.  Natives made joyous at appearance of savior Quixote, or bent and broken peasants whose laughter tore at the man who reached out to make them more.  What would you have?  He saw both worlds you know.  Alonso Quixote forever walked the line.  For him it was never a delusion, it was a choice.

This was especially true when it came to Dulcinea.  Cervantes laughed.  He made much of the fact that she was only the simple Aldonza Lorenzo, a plain farm girl.  As low as the beasts she tended.  How the readers would laugh.  How they would herald Cervantes quick wit.  It turns out Cervantes was the fool. 

Quixote, ever the man of secrets however, let Cervantes think what he wanted to.  Quixote knew her.  He knew that so many found her to be only a simple farm girl.  He would play the fool, he would perpetuate the vision if only it would save Dulcinea.  For he knew that sometimes Aldonza believed this lie herself. Quixote would not allow for this to stand.  One thing Quixote could never figure out however, was is love the greatest deception of all… the greatest truth… or both?  Regardless, he loved Dulcinea not only for herself, but more importantly in spite of herself. 

She was the moon that reflected that all that was best back.  He did the same for her.  But something happened.  I don’t know what.  Cervantes certainly didn’t know.  But the face of Dulcinea’s moon turned away from Quixote.  He became lost in the moonshadow.  The void.  No reflection.  He could turn to the true dragons that lie in reality, or continue his masquerade.  As he knew both worlds he chose to forge his own reality.  He felt the bites, the ferocious stings of reality, but he maintained.  He would yell at the darkness, only to have it yell back.  All in the hopes to escape the surrounding moon shadow.             

Finally, on that night, he was able to break from the darkness.  Bathing in the respite of the sudden celestial gift, he smiled as he gave his last breath. 

Blame it on the moon

Madonna: Forbidden love

 

Her savage beauty raw

Caught

In the burning

Indecision

Of passion

My lips trace

A heated journey

Across burning flesh

Elegant in its soft

Beckon

As always

Your eyes burn

As a turbulent midnight sun

Waiting for the one

To join you on

The tightrope balance

Between want and desire

Simmering thoughts furious

And your savage beauty raw

Yet

Each teetering step

Brings you closer

Regardless

As she reflects

The best of you

Meeting your mirror

As your reflection reminds

Of all that she is

Beyond

And all that she is

In her savage beauty raw

The beat

Madonna / Pitbull / Lady Gaga - You Know I Want Love Celebration [Robin Skouteris Mix]

 

As she stared
Angels
Feathered Wings
Created the cloistered
Refuge to protect
The beat
Primordial
That had long
Smoldered in
Eyes half hidden
Allowing consumption by
His simmering desire
Voracious
Words
Pale prisons
Chaining
Chaffing
Action that
Burst the chains
Searing contact
Moving press
Heated caress
Desperate
To express
The glory
Of the two
The heated trace
Down her neck
As her skin rose
To meet his touch
Eyes closed
Not to forget
But to remember
Every sound
Every touch
To savor
Every sense
Of the experience
The pull of her hair
As bodies collapsed
One into the other
Melting into the beat
As the Angles above

Simple small

Mashup Germany My Bitter Cheap Symphony

 

Does she know

Above all

It was always in

The simple small

 

The hanging laugh

Ending sentences

Hoping to linger

In the good

 

If only for a moment

 

Dancing eyes

Soft pierce stare
Drawing life
Calling invitation
For souls
To dance
Regardless

Of all

Save the other

 

Her soft silence

The only cry

That might signify

So much good

All was understood

A fractioned moment of priceless trust

Sheltered rest would always be held

 

The simple

Contact hand in hand

For no reason

Other than the desire

Felt friction assuring the reality

Of union in

Simple safety of

The simple small

The moment

The moment

Lady Gaga / Eurythmics / Enigma / Kazaky - Electric Rain

The moment
Of hesitation
That
Silent space
Universal pause
Exhausting pain
Deadening
In the wait
While
Fates at play
Or the distraction
Of the action
Does it wait?
To find if you are strong
If you belong
In your rise
Inconsiderate
Yet passionate
Defiant in
Consistent challenge
Earnest challenge
Demands
"Why do you wait?"
To an empty sky
Before the deluge
Creates a flood
Pouring
New life cascading
If one can only survive
The moment
of hesitation