Below all

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKUOgu10XJw&feature=related (Sting Fragile)

 

Clear signal disappeared

Vapid void

Confusion ripped

Clarity stabbed

Thought pierced

Emotion jabbed

Growing fierce

In the bank

Dense fog encroaching

 

But below all

A steady drum

The heart continued its beat 

 

Chided

Reproached

Rebuked

All for the audacity

of approaching

As a friend 

 

But below all

The heart continued its beat 

 

The wolf began

Haughty pace

Thunderous footsteps

Pounding soul

Mind distracted

Assimilating

Askew

 

But below all

The heart continued its beat 

 

Increasing rules

Restrictions

Foreign to friend

Understood by foe
Well understood
By foe
But fought
By friend 

Fast placed 
Since 
St. George cast the devil from Paradise 
So it may be 
A sanctified hell
So she
Could be free
To become
A sainted succubus
Trapped

Perpetuated
By codex creation
Letters of law
Remain rigid 

The bearer of gospel 
Excommunicated 
Named Heretic 
Remained 
Undaunted 

The unholy paladin 
Forever pushed 
The periphery 
As he was pushed 
To the periphery 
Conventional 
Turned guerrilla 

But below all 
The heart continued its beat 

For as himself 
As a friend 
He was the most dangerous of all 
For that was the base  
When the heart began its beat

So his name became an aberration
A focus
of fear
His light would be cast out
For its slightest intrusion showed
The cracks in the facade

On this
The other
And she
Could agree
For without rules
Where would we be?
In the games
People play

It could be denounced 
But not be denied 
For
Below all 

The heart finally 
continued

its 
beat 

A Storm was on the way

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A53577mJXXE&feature=related (Afro Celt Sound System - Seed    Of the bitter sweet, this is the sweet. 

 

A Storm was on the way

Contact made

Drops of dew

Diffusing vision

 “I’m getting wet.” 

Read the text.

A storm was on the way

Beginning simple

Tiny letters streaming out, “L.L., nine?” 

The retort

just as short

 “Fine”

Arriving early, look at sky

Pelting light breaking darkness

Artillery strikes against the Tyrant king

Cold wind sweeping ground

Advance wave

Foreboding tempest

A sliver

Of silver

Tore the black blue canvass

A storm was on the way.

Outside patio

Excited conversations

Matched electric air 

At tables confederated covens

Of tribesmen boasts

Or friendly roasts

Measuring and moving

Meanwhile thunder’s moan

Began to peal

Across the pregnant sky

Diminutive drops

The breaking of water

A storm was on its way.

A celling of screen

Offered resistance unseen

Save turning drops

Into a mist

A storm was on its way.

Receiving round

Followed by

New Text

“What are you doing?”

Reply

“Getting Wet”

Pause

“Look up”

At entry

Stood her sentry

Muddled mane

Dirty blonde

Smirk unaffected

As her steps pulled near

Rain quickened

She sat down

A storm was on its way

Though across

The two

Began the slow advance

Of diminishing degrees

Of separation

In an unspoken dance

Conversation flowed

As the celling of screen

Offered resistance unseen

Save turning drops

Into a mist

Raised eyebrow

A hand’s gentle caress

A storm was on its way.

Rain’s continued pour

Too obvious

Too difficult

To ignore. 

Matted hair falling flat

“I’m getting wet” 

“Where should we go?”

“Just

Follow

Me”

A storm was on its way.

A grasp of hand

A push through crowd

Smaller table near

The rear

Crowd sought sanctum

Leaving two alone

In a drenching cloister

With one long bench

Separation ceased 

A storm was on its way.

Drawn by the gravity

Held in the other’s eyes

The undeniable pull

Eyes slow burn

A gentle trace along her leg

In pelts of thunder

The language unspeakable

began

Her eyes beckoned

Contact made

Drops of dew

Diffusing vision

 “I’m getting wet.” 

Read the text.

A storm was on the way.    

In the darkness

Best read at twilight. 

Music:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkEPczwWNVA&feature=related (Afro Celt Sound System - Dark Moon)

In the darkness

A shadow turned

To

Or away

Mattered little

He was supposed to sit in the Kitchen

When company came

Wait

For a meal

That never arrived

Wait

Wait

And in the darkness

A shadow turned

At the beginning

Even then

They knew the power

A power so great

Primal burn

Of a tracking sinew

Called desire

Gentle caress

beckoning

Threatening 

To pull in

Promising

To pull in

To be pulled in

Yet

If taken

It was presumed

One would be consumed

But through glory

Die

By the reality

Of life

At its core

if nothing more

So to prevent

And circumvent

Words

Became letters

Letters

Became numbers

And in a voice

No louder than a whisper

Whispers

Passed laden lips

Cautiously expectant

The gravity of that which could not be spoken

Drew the two

Willing victims

As desire filled the room

Thick with its ozone

With each degree

The pull grew stronger

Arteries filled with primal blood

Longing for contact of the other

And

In the world which consisted

Only of the two

The two died

Only to be born

Anew

And in the darkness

A shadow turned