Muzak

Blink 182: Miss you

Perhaps
It was
A couple of days ago
A song
From my past
Had been converted to Muzak
Symphonic nothingness
Replacing
The real
With an anorexic
Hollow

You know
Maybe

Or

Perhaps

The scratching at my window
I knew was her
But I dare not look
For
So many times
In the past
I looked
To find
Nothing
Save a fleeting glimpse
That
She would deny
Despite
Either
I wouldn't look
Yet
I had to

I was her nothing

or I was her everything

Which
Is why
I was
her nothing

Two voices
Stuck
The permanent binary
The ying
The yang
Forever opposed
Forever in balance

The most penitent of pilgrims
Might catch only
A glimpse
Of paradise
Or
Be driven mad
By a return trip

Or perhaps lfie
Was being replaced
By a Muzak
Soul

Thunder rumbled

Spain: It's so true

In the distance
The thunder rumbled
Like so many times
Yet
Her
Dark eyes
Filled with light
Looked
Into his
Knowing
The deluge would begin
In the world
Of the two
She had waited so long
for the touch
Of the rain
To pour
To caress
Wash
Away
To pull
Toward
At the moment
His hands
Wrapped
Around her waist
To pull her tight
Laden drops fell
Bittersweet strikes
That could not stop
The rising fire
From
Heated lips
Intense foucs on the other
Drew close
The circiling touch
Proves
Sometimes
Lighting
Strikes more than once
At
Or at least a circling around
The same point

In the deluge

Madonna-She's Not me (Offer Nissiam remix)

In the darkness they stood
So close
Yet
Separated
By the smallest distance
Which of course
Made it the largest
Static shot
Flaming tongues between
In the sparse moments
Where the space
Was an injustice
To all that had been made
For him
For her
So ready
So ripe
Desire
Driving
To the madness
That came with the touch
Consuming
The dam had to be broken
The cracks could barely hold
That which was whole
The wall interrupting the flow
That nature had fought to make right
To return
To the space
Where the he
And the she
Were made whole
In the heat
Of the deluge
Longing to pour
And the two
Might become lost
In the deluge

Simmering ash

David Gilmour-The Girl in the yellow dress

So in the end 

Maybe 

I was her everything
Or nothing

 All remaining
In the refuse
Simmering ash
That she fears to disturb

Not wanting to let it die
Or live
Just linger
Burn
Soft
But in its red glare
The memory can linger
If only a moment longer
For moments
Frozen
Are all she has left

Perhaps a laugh

Perhaps a sigh

One sip of the grey goose
To keep perfect the lie
Of a time
As her hand
With the fan
Softly sways

Lest her moves
Even reconcile
Disturb through movements unseen

Even an ash

Consuming

Gorillaz vs. Donna Summer - Stylo vs. I feel good (Djs from Mars bootleg remix)

Hair cascades
To the side
Her grin
When she saw
Him enter
There was no lie
In the fire
From her eye
As she
Looked at the one
Who made her laugh
The lean
The reveal
Slight
It would be alright
If he saw
Just a little
Of the bounty
That longed for his touch
The small diffusion
As her bangs slid over
To cover
For a moment
But she could look
Hidden
Into his stare
And see
That he
Had seen
What she wanted him to see
A laugh
Head tossed back
The finger starting slow circles
As she though
Of the exploration
Of her hidden treasure
That burned so bright
In her mind
But
The coquette
Would play
Until
He would approach
His touch
Would begin
Soft
Gentle
Apprehensive
Until the animal
Primal
Burst forth
Her fire
Had spread
Serving to focus
His desire
Unto hers
Consuming passion
Sweeled
As his tendril touches
Began the soft ballet
Of movements
Drawing her desire
Building her heat
Pressing the soft
Surrounding
Into him
The tought
The caress
The feel
Of him

Consuming

The touch

Consuming

The moment

Consuming

As she lost herself into desire

Consuming

The fog and the mist

U2 and Mary J. Blige - One

The fog I can stand
Childhood memories
Of flying
Through a cloud on earth
The joy
Celebration
Pressing the boundaries
The elation
Of the unknown
Barely seen
Unlike the mist

That covers
hides
With a dissapating
Disguise
Evades
Blurring only
Charlatans excuse thin
All
They were covered by
The mist where all
Touches
Contact
The building heat
Can be laughed off
The accidental pass

But in the fog
Comes confident clarity
Piercing
Shadows dancing
On the wall of the cave
Are merely shadows
Til
The fog thins
Into
The mist

The unending dance cries
For the return
Of the fog

Lingering moments

Spain: Our love is gonna live forever

In the dying remains of the day
I passed a cemetery
Monuments set
For the living
A final cry of the passed
To mark that they had lived
A finger in the face
Of the death which had claimed them
That is when I saw him

The golden hue
The suns dying proclamation
Before its collapse
Did little to color the ashen pale of his skin
He was sitting in a white chair
Red Lincoln parked to the side
Back door open
He didn't care
For he was there
For someone else

His white shirt
That had once pressed so tight
Now large
Irregular creases
Marked his shrinking frame
But
Black tie
Straight
Fedora tight
His folding chair so White
Grey pants pressed
Shoes spotless
He was there for the lady
That would always be his

The glaucoma glasses
Could not hide
That his eyes
Were staring
Off
Into a land of memory
Where they were forever
He didn't even bother to stare
At the splash of color
In the flowers he laid on her grave
He didn't care
For he was there
For the someone else
Who now
Lived only in his memory

The memory
The cause
For his lone pilgrimage
That kept him going
Until the next day
For the one day
They would be together