Began

Pink Floyd: One Slip

She sat
As

She laughed
Pointed out
Meeting missed
Sip of the glass
Slowly
Turning to face
A moon
Light softened
Perpahps
In  Moment
It would understnd

Love me
For a moment

For who I am
Not for who
You dream oForf me do be

She cannot see

My hands
Soft slow rise
Across her thighs
Pressing forward
Waiting for
Her eyes
To meet mine
Did she not know
Did she not understand

Across the table
Glasses
Discarded
Empty
Like
Hollow
Dreams
Longing to be filled
Waiting
Only
For the moennt

Waiting to
Only
Desensitize
The Dream
Or...

Waiting to ignite
Her fire

Burning
Below
In her sultry stare

She turned slowly
Smile
Burned
Accepted
The heat
The pull
Press
Meeting
Press

And so the infereno
Began

Never left

2Cellos: Fragile

So it was.

A friend posted pictures from the past.  Maybe most remembered the joy of frozen images  Tales of victory.  Tales of song.  But for him... not so much.

Tony remembered fragments of war; running from one foxhole to the next.  Whatever built, was only built out of the fog of war.  Each momentary reprieve safe only to last a few moments.  Friendships forged underneath the fuel of fire.  Some would go to the next refuge, desire the dare of death.

Til he entered the one.  There she stood.  His Lady M.  The darkness of the light hid her wounds.  Point of death, point of salvation, who was to know, all Stark could do, is what he could do.  The recoil of his gun was nothing.  The painful bite into his shoulder was forgotten.  The same syrum that meant to protect him was slowly killing him.  The points of shrapnel forever digging their way to his hert from a beautiful weapon of his own design would kill him... perhaps sooner... perhaps later.

Yet gazing upon her, he knew he would die for her.  Sooner... or later.  All his lady Masque would do is smile.  She would... could... play the game.  All she had to do was look at him in that way.  That curious glance of I need you, and I thank you... as only only men who have been played can truly know.  She sat in the shadows.

Tony thought she was stopping the bleeding from a wound.  Tired of watching her blood flow, as her life, slowly out her body.  He would have helped.  He was too busy fighting back.

Till he...

Looked at the she...

With the hand grenade in her hand....

Smile poised on her lips....

I love you baby...

Were her last words...

Either that...

Or what the Hell

Are you doing here

In my dugout

Final moments

Before the explosion took

That which it would

Don't worry

In the final moments

The smile never left here face

My firend

Pink Floyd: Hey you

Memories flood
So far
Back
Til they hit the harsh wall

So harsh

She lingers
Looking at the moon
Trying to piece together
Some answers
From its hollow light
All she had to do was look
To the side

But she

Unable to hear
Unable to know
The hand that longs
To reach
To finally touch
Something
Beyond
That which
Is only inside
A comfortable hell
A comfortable prison
That they have found
Themselves in
So encumbered by fear
That they could not come near
That
Which
Might offer a moments respite
A moments salvation

The land that longs
Filled with people
Longing to touch

Dying hands draw
Promising life
As they only pull
Down
While the life
The body
Awaits
The touch
The caress
Of life blood
Flowing new

To be loved
To be felt
To be cherished
For no one
Save who you are

To be savored

For
Who
You
Are

To be fulfilled
To live a lifetime
In a dying crush
A desperate hold

Goodbye cruel wold
Would you like to see Britannia rule again
My Friend

The heart, the mind

2CELLOS on 1 cello! Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall - Coldplay

So it was.  I liked to look at the Cellos two as one brother, wild hair waving, being the heart.  The other brother, ever so much demure, being the brain.  Working together the two, would play, music... ever so beautiful... ever so.  So it was, I thought the brother being the heart bursting with passion, movements wild, would be the leader.  But no.

It was the other.  It was the brain.  It would forever be the brain  The deviation, the creation, of music so sublime.  Be it false, or be it true, it didn't really matter.  It had always been in the brain.  Not the heart.  Though its beatings elegant... life sustaining, always hidden underneath.

Perhaps the brain was the purveyor all along of the propiganda against the heart.  Create a target.  It couldn't be my fault.  It was the heart.  The heart that forever trusted.  I couldn't control myself.  Well said brain.  Lie.  But well said.

Only...

The heart being bound existed only to react... react to the signals of the brain.  Ever beating.  Ever ready to life perpetuate.  It was the brain however that always order the heart to continue its primal , beat  The mind, with distractions simple, would send the signal to beat.  Go fast, go slow, it didn't matter.  The mind had already decided its plan.  Self deception... or correction... it didn't matter... it was alive.  For a moment, it was alive.

Body courses with energy.  The delight, the touch, of another.  One who says you are so much more than you will ever know.  The brain, poor simple fool, would believe.  In her voice his name souned  safe, sounded warm,  Sounded... safe.

But then

we all awke

from the dream.  Don't we?

Salud!

Live baby live, now that the day is over

INXS - New Sensation Remix

She awaits
In the desert's
Full sun, yet
Half Hidden
While waiting
For shifting sands to reveal
The beauty of shoulders soft strong emerging
From sand
So Shifting
Ever so

My Sphinx

Curious sight
Egyptian eyes emerge
Calling casting views
To gaze
As more is revealed
All the while
Olive skin shimmers as
She smiles
Layers dissipate
Complicate
The view
What is real
What is waiting
To be revealed

She smiles

My Sphinx

Mystery hidden in the desert
A mirage?
Hollow haven of promise
Skin made of stone
Or silken soft
Waiting
For my touch
To melt
Into heated
Skin
Bronzed by the sun
Traced
Covered
Continually by the slight
Reveal
All the while
Almond eyes
Smile
Calling

Crying

For the call to life
In her reveal
Gifted for you
The twist
The turn
The smile as she hopes you saw
What she longed for you
To see

Live baby live
Spoken through
The knowing
Slanted
Grin

Live

Baby

Live. 

It's funny

Radiohead - I promise

It's funny

Yesterday a wolf broke into the Shepard's pen.  It took seventeen of us.  Slaughtered outright.  Tore into our flesh.  Innocents awaiting death... came out of time.

The well that was supposed to provide safety.  Where we, sheep all, could simply eat... grow fat... await.  Live lives stunted, restricted.  What could be done?  What should be done?  Some of the sheep were ready to fight.  It was their right.

Others, mewling, said no.  The Shepard will protect.  His crook is welcome.  The rod which is used to guide should be welcome.  Punishing strikes should be regarded as gifts of love.  Gifts of correction.  He knows best.  Herd remain supplicant.  Bow to his greater knowledge.  He knows best.  Surrender all.  Remain supplicant.

Furious, they looked for the latest meme... the latest release.  All proclaimed how the sheep must never use their horns against.  Rams must fall silent.  None should stand.  Await the protection.  The Shepard will come.  The Shepard will protect.

Hollow words work.

Till you realize.

The Shepard... who promised to protect all... wasn't there.  Indeed, by proclaiming it a wolf-free zone, he may have worked hand in hand to make sure the wolf would be successful.

Some of the rams look.  They notice.  The Shepard lives in a big house.  He is far away... clothed in suits of wool.  Dines on meals of mutton.  The grease slides slowly off his lips.  All the while we, the sheep, should remain supplicant.  Await on him to protect.  To fend against wolves that await to devour.  Remain lambs.  Don't use your horns.  Don't defend.  The Shepard will provide all.

Some regardless, began to sharpen their horns.  The Shepard is fine and good, but this is my herd.

My horns.

Are ready. 

It's funny.

Take these lies

George Michael - Freedom

All the while the kettle boils
Heat inside burring
To the steam
Building
Simmering
Waiting only for release

Lips burning
Only moments away from
The consuming touch
In a distance unbearable

So it goes

Heaven
Waits for only an advance
Minuscule

Her retreat only builds
The heat
Of the moments
Interpose

Till the collapse
Of one into
The other
The burning contact
Tension expelled
In the moment
For the moment
The burning caress
The pull
The press
Of one to the other
Where
The moment
Is the now
The burning
Is the now

Kiss so burning
So bright
So right
Consuming
As they travel
From the devouring
Messages
Unspoken
Down
Forever down

To places of pleasure
Unspoken
Yet so desired
To be contacted
By the
Burning touch

Finally
Freedom
In his advance
Timed
Measured
Her head arched
As her body relented
The release
To touch
Where she had so long desired
Yet so long prevented
Till he
With gentle kiss rising
Touched
The kettle's boil
Greeted
By the arching pleasure
Of her head
Longing

Take these lies
And make them true
Somehow

Broken glass

Annie Lennox -Backwards/Forwards

Broken Glass
Beautiful
Scattered
Across the floor
Of that which she called home
He is on one side
If he is home

The piece of herself she sold
So that she could wake
Incomplete

While cupid laughs
In the corner

She has done so well
Selling herself
Piece
By
Piece
She never realized that was precious
Till it was gone

Glass broken
Pierced her heel
Beyond the grimace
Momentary
She would smile

While cupid laughs
In the corner

No more I love you's
While his cherubic hands
Grasped the bowstring
And let the arrow fly
Where it would

Meanwhile
She
Would bind her feet
And grin
Though
The grimace
As she walked

On broken glass

Which way is down

When You're Falling | Playing For Change | Sweden

It wasn't supposed to be this.  I had clearly typed in youtube The great escape the wire.  It was going to be a poem of defiance.  Of importance of the one.  The one she was unable to destroy.

Yet this song came up.   What was I to do?

I know her secrets.  I could tell them.

I know my secrets.  I could tell them.

Should I?

Yet...

Who wants to hear tales of defeat.  That the world will strip...
Slowly...
Surely...
All that you thought.

Replace... if you let it...

Strip... if you let it....

All of your dreams.

Breaking to your knees....

Till the visionary...

Continues to lie...

Only to himself.  Keep the dream alive.To turn towards the strike... the fist.  Upon the contact stark refuse to budge.  Defiant.  Refuse to give the pleasure.  Refuse to relent to the victory of the other.  Your muscles tension.  Building energy.  Ready to defend.  To counter...

Yet...

Rather...

To smile.  "Is that all you got?" through bloody lips pass.  Strike fear into the persecutor.  You know...

Their games so charlatan.

So amateur.

So played by fear...

You laugh.

You know.

The gods delight in you.

They are falling.. in this world... ever so fallen.

Their victory is obliterated...

By the simple defiance...

of refusal...

To be beaten.

You have won
Nothing
Through your beatings
You have shown nothing
Save
You are the ultimate looser
Enjoy
My sweet
Your feeble strikes
May they help you sleep
Slumber
In your world

I can tell which way is down

Salud

Euphony rising

Fatboy Slim - Praise You - Christopher Walken

Does she remember?
The phone call
Where he
Asked she
Apparently only moments before
A David
Slaughtering Giants
Could reach

Who knew Christopher Walken could dance?

So he captured the she
For
The moment elusive

Before the other
Could sweep in
With talons so sharp
The world would have time

To rip her away
To conversations hollow
Covering the time of the day
The weather
Everthing
But
That
Which was real

Who knew Christoper Walken could dance?

Do I have to remind
Of her pass
of passions
Ever so sharp
Ever so
Heated
Moments in the cloister
Where none could see
The euphony rising
From the touch
Crossing fabric
Silken
As he touched her heat
Silken
Ready for
A trace
A dive
To the heat which was alive
Furious pink
Blood rushed
To the point
Of contact possible
Of heat possible

All the while
Who knew Christopher Walken could dance?

He shall forget
Her rise
The plunge
Of him
Into
Her
The heat
The build
In her loving friction flow
The piercing
Push
Right on cue
Brilliant actors

Captured in a passion play

Watching you might even believe
It was real

For a moment
Frozen

Who knew Christopher Walken could dance?

Let the celebration begin

Ever so

Haddaway - What Is Love (remix)


She was accomplished
She could have been a manager
At Dillard's

You go girl!

For someone whose escape
Led to a Tech
Ever so precious
New friends
Melded
To Old
An escape
Ever so precious
To be reborn
Ever so
Ever so
Body used
While mind
melted

You go girl

All you ever had
Was to sell a promise

Reality?

Does she think
He forgot
The time
The drive
To reach
That which was beyond capture
The touch
In the night
The fury
In the night
The consumation
In the night
The one melding to one
In the night
With movements of
Raptrue
Capture
Melding
Each
To
Each
Her Ecstasy
On her face
In her body
Frozen
Despite the heat
For a moment
Never worry
He believed
In the moment
For a moment
Like so many
Others

So it goes

Yet she knew
As long as the promise held
So fast
So furious
Driving through the night
With no headlights
Obstacles
Avoided

You go girl

Nothing will touch you
Or your promises
Hollow
As you drive

Through the night
Clandestine coup
Against the world

So real
So desperate
For promises
Hollow
That you
So freely give

My accomplished
One
Whose soul
is so hollow

Ever so