Complicated Rhythm

Peter Gabriel - Only Us

The gypsy moon dances
In
Complicated Rhythm
Like
Disjointed heartbeats
Keeping time
Always
Despite the discordant distance
As close as
Next to each other
Or as far as
The moon

Complicated Rhythm
The simple beauty
Diminutive peaks formed
At the corner of her smile
The delicate boundary
The dancing reveal
Of the supple curve
On the back of her thigh
Rising high
Flesh soft firm
That revealed other supple secrets
Higher
Where
Simmering heat built
Contagious energy erupted
From lips burning
Hips turning
In dancing circles slow turn
As he pulled her close
The knowing gypsy smiles

Complicated Rhythm
He thought of her
The way she walked and talked and loved
The way she told him things that seemed true
But were not
Her body could never lie
For he knew
Her mask was ungainly
So was his
He longed to smash the porcelain prisions
Ceramic cages separating
The contact
The Complicated
Rhythm
Revealed
Would seamlessly meld
In beat laden beauty

My gypsy moon

Play it again

Joe Jackson Slow Song

Play it again.

A slow song

Maybe
The masks
The fear
The points that draw us near
As fast
As they pull apart
Will be gone
Just for a moment
Just for a pause
I know you can't stay
Afraid you might say
The truth
It could slip out
So well hidden
Mating underbrush
In our secret garden
Fiction is the lie
That reveals the truth
Relity obscures

For at least there
I can stroke your hair
Draw my finger
Across your cheek
Stare
Into your almond eyes
To be
Complete
Just for a moment
But the reality
I see
That which obscures
And
Like a fool
A madman
I loved you
For yourself
Despite yourself
But mostly
Your
True
Self
Truly
So
In the end
I loved her
Bumbling
Striving
Perhaps awkward
But forever earnest
And sometimes

Sometimes

---I think

She loved me

Play it again.

Pretty Kitty

Christina Aguilera Vs. Mike Oldfield "Not Myself Tonight vs. Tubular Bells"


Night fell
On the day
Where the dead
Walk among us

And that is when
In
Defiance
She entered
My pretty kitty

Sleek stride stole
the air from the room
Sly smile dripped delight
Her lips leaked passion
Skin burning savage
Heated life erupted from her skin
Clad in outfit clung
Like a second skin
Mirroring her movements
Revealing enough
To inflame imagination
A beckoning invite
To gaze
To drink from
The loving cup
My pretty kitty
My hand slipped
Around her waist
So thin
So sleek
So svelte
So
Smoldering
in passion
Her sly smile
As she tilts her head
Is the momentary hold
Before both are consumed
With the inferno of the kiss
I long to hear
My pretty kitty
Purr

The Walk

Annie Lennox Backwards/Forwards mashup

 

He never turned his collar

Against the penetrating
Damp
London cold

Rhythmic footsteps
Beat

On the cobblestone
Street tattering told of

Dickens nightly walk

Hours pressing into dark
Despite

Acrid smoke
Pungent air

Striving

Not for inspiration

But rather

To keep the fiction alive

Despite the drain 

Man’s inhumanity

To man
Seen

The face of a soot covered starving urchin
Contrasting flash

Of the High Victorian Lady's
Flesh

Of an ankle
Escaping the filth of the street

As she knowingly smiled to get on a streetcar

The game of the indecent coquette
Bearing smile
All the while
For it is just a game
Despite
or
To spite?

His audience must know

He saw all

Should he revel in corpses

The rotting flesh trade?

Or turn

To that which made

Life worth living

He would ask himself

He would want
To turn
To... or from?

The breaking tension

Perhaps that’s what made his fiction so real

Without being too real

That line

That balance

That tightrope walk
Exhausting
But necessary

It had to be a good Christmas

Tiny Tim would walk

And no house

Would forever remain bleak

All he had to do

Was continue to walk

As night turns to day

Rihanna vs. Coldplay - We found Love vs. Every Teardrop is a Waterfall

So simple
No need
To describe the night

Dark
Filled with
Whispered trace vapor holding
The mist of lies
Those told to others
Or the devestating
Deadly
Told to self
Though
Composed only of
Ghost of substance
Left us
Shivering
Waiting
For
The Brreaking

Twilight of the dawn
Golden light
Diffuse
Horizon reborn
My muse
Don't cry

We fell in love in a hopeless place

We believed we could take on the world
And we did
Defiant
Righteous
Our love would conquer all

And it did
For a moment

For our day

Cherish

The heat of our touch

The stolen laugh

The knowing grin

Or when

The burning flesh

That clung

One

To the other

Griping

So tight

It

Seared

Permanent

In its fusion

Hearts were made one

At least

For a moment

til

A new day had begun
Leaving
Our day
Regardless
In an eternal

Dawn

My Tomorrow

Ariana vs. Beyoncé vs. Demi - Break Free Like Drunk Neon Lights

My
Tomorrow

Knows
   now

Silent Slumber
On the horizon

Now
She slides
Evades
Thinking that
She makes
Peripheral Escape
While she looks
Longs
For that
For what
She scarified

Never knowing
That her most amazing
Side
Lives in the slide
Of the upturned smile
Her laugh unrestrained
Her barbaric yawp
Released
On the world
Life|
Unabashed
Undaunted challenge
A question
I wanted to spend
The rest of time
Answering
As
Souls made free
To dance
To embrace
To move
As the space
Separating grew
Small
Passion
Burning
Tear the finite
Transformed
To an infinate
World
Made only for the two
That would always
Reside in

My
Tomorrows
     Silent slumber
On the horizon

A life lesson

*the following is what I had prepared to be read at my Grandmothers funeral today.  I hope you draw inspiration.

Lorene Reynolds.  We are gathered today to mark the passing of a great lady.  In case you haven’t noticed the world is a bit dimmer as it has lost one of its shining lights.  Now you will please excuse me if I refer to Lorene as how I knew her… Grandma.  To be honest, I was caught by surprise when I heard the initial news and the rapid progression of Grandma over the weekend.  Though she had been blessed with many years, it was one of those things that humans do.  We always take for granted that she was going to be around for the next year regardless.  It was Grandma.  But when the final words were passed of her walking on, the first thing that came to my mind were fireflies.

It may sound silly, but chasing fireflies under the full moon of a Columbus, Indiana summer night was the first recollection I had as I heard of Grandma’s passing.  While Alex, my older brother carried the capture jar I was the hunter with the net.  We furiously ran about the yard as Grandma stood in the doorway watching us, softly sipping from her ever present coffee cup.  The beaming smile on her face reflected the joy she felt from watching the exuberance of her grandsons. 

She never hesitated to give her efforts, or her time.

Then the memories poured forth like a flood: a never ending supply of glass coke bottles by the garage door, canned vegetables from ages past,   I remember her sure and steady steps that always guided her movements around the kitchen each morning.  As she might bring a strange and exotic meal like pork tenderloin sandwiches or country gravy on Toast.  Whatever it was, to this Texas boy, it was great.  In almost all she did was motivated out of love.  Each birthday or holiday, I found a card from her.  Why did she do so much?

Well, ya see, Grandma came from a different generation.  It was a generation that didn’t tell you “I love you.”  No they actually had a crazy idea that instead of telling someone you loved them… you lived it.  She did all of this and so much more.  All of the cookies, the treats, the cards or conversations each hoping to find you “fine”, were her way of living her love.  She loved so passionately.  She nurtured all she came into contact with.  If you were in a group, you didn’t feel left out as she had an incredible ability to be able to show the individual that they were so beloved that the presence of others was not a threat.      

The last memory I will share is when it came time for the lady that I knew as “Grandma” to become known as “Great-Grandma,” to my boys.  When my oldest son Gabriel was born, the Reynolds were quick to arrive.  Although not the first grandchild… He was my first and also the first Grandson.  Though it was the next day, my ex-wife was still understandably exhausted from the birth.  The nurses allowed Gabriel to spend more time with us.  That is when Grandma entered the room.  The look of amazed joy on her face was exquisite.  We placed the child in Grandma’s arms and she so lovingly embraced the child.  Although Mary Ellen was anxious, as all new mothers are, I was amazed by Grandma’s tender cuddling of my child.  Remember, she didn’t tell people she loved them, she lived it.  I was amazed at the beauty of that my Grandmother poured out on my son.  When it was time to give him back to Mary Ellen, she almost didn’t want to let him go.  Indeed, she was so enraptured by Gabriel I had to say her name numerous times.  Why was she so caught up?  Simple.  She already loved him so. 

           So what should be a legacy for this great woman?  I challenge all to live as my Grandmother did.  Don’t worry, you can still tell people you love them, but more important: unceasingly and unhesitatingly live the love you have for others.