https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_toVf_ZOok&list=RDMM&index=4

It was only a kiss.

Forgive.

The history so strong.  Her rub.  Her right.  Eager eyes stared into the forbidden. She was.  Too much.  If you don't know... you don't.  Body so frozen.  In time.  She, beautiful, as she ever was.  Perhaps, even more so.  Incredible beyond what she would ever know.  

Fantastic.

Majestic.

Could she ever know.  As if she didn't already.  

Excuses prepared.  Reasons affixed.  Never knew.  Nor did she.  Congrats.  

Silhouette

Killers Vs Zombie Nation Vs Bloody Beetroots - Somebody Warped Kernkraft 400 (Djs From Mars Bootleg) 

Silhouette 

She could never see
More than a silhouette of me

As I passed
From the shadow
To the real
Or the real
To the shadow
So hard to tell
In her world

Flashing lights
E.D.M.
It could be her
Or her
In the world of 
Shadows dancing
So hard to tell
Truth 
Fiction
Shadows constantly dancing

Would she know
Could she
Know
Precious
Different she was
From the others |
So separate
Yet 
Somehow
So
Similar
Familiar
Fights
Struggles
Raised fist
Like so many
Multitudes
Ragging
Against
The 
Machine
So
Similar

Dance
For in your movement
Unregulated
Who can judge
Your twist
Turn
To rhythm
For yourself
Or me
Or him
Someone
Else

Who knows
Who
Cares
For your eyes are closed
As you twist
Turn

Bene

Magic

 Alanis Morissette One hand in my pocket (acoustic)

In her secret garden
Where in safety masks slipped
Arts arcane
Fueled by primal heat
She conjured
Magics so powerful
His heart would leap
Transfixed
Aglow
Radiating energy
So powerful
That at times
She found herself captured
By the backdraft

Though time passes
Enchanted dances
Are never lost

The Game

Afro Celt Sound System - When You're Falling (Remix)

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8M6TlYYwO88&list=RDGMEMYH9CUrFO7CfLJpaD7UR85w&start_radio=1&rv=cCcdYVAMGI4

The Game
Seems corrupt
Bankrupt
But play you must
You must
Accept the cards
From greasy fat fingers
Of the dealer
Complacent
Confident
Corrupt

But remember
And smile
You might win
Might

Remember
Smile
Even if you lose
They win
Nothing
Meanwhile if you win

Everything

And play you must

So 
Always 
Smile
You got this one!

All I remember

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (official video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N4jf6rtyuw

Did she know
The intoxication
Of her
Presence
Svelte
Sweet
Seductive
So

The twist
The pointed smile
Shines
For me
Alone
For me

If only

If

Rejoice
Does she remember the chase
The twist
Curl
Only a fingertip away
The time
Where the smallest distance
Was unbearable

She is beautiful
But she will never know
My beautiful one
Precious beyond measure
Yet her measure was too short

She wouldn't believe
Not my ladybird
Whom never claimed
But contained
The tiger
Within herself
Desperate to explode

Veneer removed
Within moments
Of glory

Bless your soul

Dancing queen

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaSxhKf5pV0

Dancing Queen Abba (1920s Hot Jazz Cover) ft. Gunhild Carling

Anybody could be that guy
Doesn't matter
If he was someone
Who now was no one
No one

Dog claws scratch
To the door
That only opens in rage
Welcome
Welcome all

Pay no attention to the card
Thanking for a friendship
That never was

She's the dancing queen
Watching the scene
Forevermore

So many possibles
Under flashing lights
So Many

Choose wisely
As you know he
Already has

Simple man, Simple song

Sean Rowe - "1952 Vincent Black Lightning"

Did she
Could she
Ever love
Him

He only was willing to give
All

While to her
Sacrifice
Was a business
So foriegn
Messy

Turn of the face
Turn off
Destiny

Good
Glad
For her

Yet he longed
To share her sorrow
Complete

While memory builds gardens so fantastical
Blooms forever opening
On the cusp
Of something greater
Than they were
Yet held
Forever
In stasis
Before
Exploding
Into glory

In his dreams he looked for her
But she was gone

Carry on.

Don't mind dying but for the love of you

Sean Rowe - "1952 Vincent Black Lightning"

Come down, Come down

A boy
A bike
And a girl

So simple
So

They would never know
That you live more on a motorcycle in 5 minutes
Than you ever will in a cage
Stuck
Surrounded
Safe

Stuck

Wind surrounds
Throttle immediate
Impetuous
Roar corresponds
Caresses

She saw the bike
Heard
Rode
Felt
Vibrations coursing
Though
Muted touching
Caress
Her arms grabbed him
Ever close
Pulling, clutching
Freedom

All
In the world
Created for the two

Ride hard
Ride fast
Trees blur
As they chase
The horizon
In their opening world

ALL LIVES MATTER

The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary

Last week I posted
ALL LIVES MATTER
Hard to believe
Something so true
Would be construed
So false

Bene

Molto Bene

The Cult opened for
Billy Idol
Whose sleek leather didn't prevent
His falling on his ass
Twice

Their sound erupted
Captivated
Charged
Propelled
Created
To speak
To me

Only to me

Only to them

The ones
Whom I said
All Lives Matter

All

Equal

Too much
For some
Accusatory
Gnarled fingers point
Saying some
Are better
Than others

No

Sorry

We are all there
Bent
Broken
Seeking some sanctuary
You tried
You failed
All lives matter

All

For a moment

Fleetwood Mac - Landslide (Official Music Video)

He had approached so slow.  Soft. Sweet.  To no avail.

She struck out.  As hard as she could.  Glancing blow.  If it were not for the earnest howling fear she held in her eyes he might have laughed.  Instead, on the inside, his heart crushed.  This was a look he never wanted to see.  It cut him hard.  Deep.  To the quick.

Love till it kills you, or you kill it. 

He had done it,.  On both sides.  This look was something he wanted to save her from, and here he was the cause.  He had held on tho the gossamer wings of the impossible, now he did little more than plummet back to earth.  An earth that would destroy him and his Icarus wings.  To close to the sun he had flown.  Now he would pay the price.

Or was it her.

Standing so elegant, in the middle of her road.  Her bathrobe was a fluffy white.  Perhaps a bit out of place at 11 o' clock a.m., but who was he to judge.  One fist curled.  Defiance?  Defense?  Threat?  He was walking to his car.  Did it matter. 

The great halls of Kathmandu were closed.  Forever.  Primal heat that had forged their hearts would be forgotten.  Infinitesimal worlds that erupted with life in the smallest of spaces distancing them would be silenced.  Cries of joy as his hand danced along her supple curves so sweet,.  Waiting, longing, forevermore.  Though life cries for life, she was more than happy to watch those voices go mute. 

Perhaps

When he deleted her number, he silenced them as well.  Don't misunderstand.  The voices were glorious.  He knew he could not hear them sing songs crying from the darkness. 

They meant nothing to her.

Unless they did.

But others began to draw songs from the darkness.  Never as elegant.  Never as sweet.

So it goes.

Only in the shadows would she stand and remember. 

For a moment.

As the masses trod on

Eurythmics - Doubleplusgood

What an insipid sight. In a world of victors and victims... we must be the victims.  You can only be a winner by being a looser.  Delight.  Revel in groveling.

It is not the government my friend, though I wish it was, it is us.  Revel!  Revel!

Merit is not gained on what you achieved, but what you have lost.  If you have achieved, it is only because of those who have lost.  Your glory is your shame.  By winning, you have proclaimed little more than your degeneracy.

You may have done no ill.

You may have lifted your brothers.

and sisters.

To no avail.

For you tried to lift them from a lower state to a higher state.  This should be despised.  So doubleplus ungood my friend.  Doubleplus good indeed.  How dare you?  See people as people.  Embrace without distinction.  By not seeing differences... you have made yourself different.  The different must be destroyed.  Show shame in your glory.  Disdain for your joy. 

Revel in groveling.

As the masses trod on.   

Undone

Simon & Garfunkel - Kathy's Song

Love
So sweet

Love
Till it kills you
Or you
Kill it

So it goes

Porcelain fine
So smooth
Painted face
Frozen

Forever

I long to turn
Yet
Long to stay

Cautious
I give you my heart
Asking only
Give it back

Please
Before you turn

Away

The queen

Butthole Surfers - Pepper

Chuck... or Will.  Chuck Will is the man she had seen earlier that day.  Tall, perhaps gaunt, it was a lanky west Texas frame that should be expected.  He didn't care.  She was there.  She was his hart, his burning soul, passion incarnate.  At least to him.  To her... he was little more than a game.  A pawn.  A piece limited in moves.  He was a fool.  So happy in his slow advance.  One space granted.  While she, always the wise player, knew that he would move only in advancement of the queen, he believed that the gentle caress of his crown as she pressed him in direction meant something.

Something.

Anthing.

Her manipulation of the pieces was always exquisite.  So long as this could be hidden from the other players, or even the pieces on the board, the manipulation had to be hidden.  How else could the queen survive.  For she was most important piece.  Always thinking on her feet, to make sure that this mate was never checked.  She would fondle, caress, maneuver the pieces so majestically... even her King, to insure her survival.

So it should come as little surprise that some of the pieces became so enamored with her touch.  Once so young, so svelte, in this game never ending would feel so flattered.  The slight touch filled her pieces so.  The rook might feel like a Bishop.  The Knight like a King.  All merely from her embrace of the piece.  Or the person.  The fog of battle hides so much.

But she played wel.

So well.

The game could go on forever... or at least the pieces came to know that they were little more than pieces.  What had worked so well in her majesty's youth waned as her touch became so calloused.  Perhaps truth, perhaps lies, had caused this hardening.  So it was.  Some pieces began to detest her thickened touch.  Moves became slow.  Hardened.

And some began to refuse to respond to her touch at all.

So much for the queen.

So much. 

For a little while

Space age love song

Grief...
Nothing more
Than love letting go

Doesn't matter how fierce
How true

Merely
|Love
Letting go

So it was
So it shall be

The break of spring
So many moons
She said
I believed

Gossiper promises
Light
Translucent
Thin
Upheld only
|By belief
In the hopeless

Halcyon days

Almost enough
So that you could forget
Her coordinated
Left to right
Right
To Left

Beauty is you scar
That covers all

I thank you
Though you went to Miami

How did that work?

Or standing in the middle of your street
Clutching to your hand held so close
|So precious

How did that work?

Grief
is nothing more
Than love letting go

Simply pretend

The Bangles - Hazy Shade of Winter (Video Version)

The trick
is to see the world for what it is
And love it anyway

Love it

Anyway

Scenes so cloistered
So close
The drive
Somewhere so far
So distant
It was her house
In the corner Blue Velvet played

That means something

Somewhere

Meanwhile winter
Is so hazy
As Persephone
Emerges from a cave
Of her own creation

As he so ready to play
Against gods
Who already know the future

For little more than the heated touch
Of impassioned lips
Burning
Beliving
That for a moment
You were more
Than you thought
You were

The hidden press
Touch
The rise
Swell
Longing
Greeting
The touch
Of the other
Thoughts of love
Consummated
On so little

The trick
as always
Is to see the world for what it is

And love it anyway

Who is Javert?

will.i.am "Scream and Shout" + Les Miserables Parody - "Dream and Shout"

So

He saw her

The car

So big

So blue

Parody
It was all little
more
My friend

So it goes

Foreign of course
Not as nice as the Mazda
Is that a sign?
Perhaps
But she is so Cabo
You know

Racing down the boulevard

The car
So high
You could look down upon
All

Dressed in the gauntlet
Of every high priced trophy wife

Sweet clandestine
Sweet camouflage

Celebrate

You have forgotten me
As I have forgotten you
Except that we haven't

Racing ahead
Before

Dropping behind
After

My clever girl
Always
The sweet clever girl

Mongrel pups
Fall
For your sanguine
Drops
So desperate
For a Jean Valjean
That has turned into
Javert

Who really
Is Javert?

Beauty
Killing
Beast

Blessings
As you scurry

So desperate
So

Afraid

Race on into the night

Race

My beauty

Race

The rest because you tried to run

With her

Guns'n'Roses Vs The Killers - Sweet Child of Mine Vs. Mr. Brightside (Djs From Mars Bootleg Remix)

The clack of the "L" bounced off the city streets below
Did she know
Her beauty devestating
In jeans that clung
To every curve
Singing desire
As she turned
Walked away
Glory

Til
She turned back
Revealing
Her smile
Eyes
In shape so sweet
So becoming
Calling
Fire burning
Waiting
To consume

You pray
That you will be the one
Chosen
Taken
For a moment
To die
With her
To be born anew
With her
Rendered askew
With her
Whatever
With her

With her

Burn with me
So desperately
My one

She knows what she knows

Echo & The Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar (Way Out West Remix)

So it goes

There you are

The one
among so many

She stops
She looks

Through pressed lips
You think you see a smile
A smile for you
Alone

So it goes
So it always goes

For a moment you believe you are
A savior
Messiah
Incarnate
To save her
From herself

So simple
So it goes
So
It always goes

Perhaps
The press of her
Magnificence
Against you
Is too much
For your
Eruption into heaven
While to her
Little more
Than a banal excursion
Into her hell

All is well
So it goes
With her
It has always ever gone
Lips
Like sugar
|
Your pursuit beyond fabric
Leads to more fabric
Only
More fun
As
The dance
Of fingers
Along elastic borders
That give
So much
With the push
The trace
Beyond
Heated flesh rises
To meet desperation
For a moment
For a moment

Only to get lost in her lips
So sweet
So saccharine
She calls for you
Tonight
To share this moonlight
Translucent
And in the half-light
You give her |
Sugar kisses
So sweet
So
Very
Sweet

She know what she knows

She knows what she wants

To be consumed

Desert Rose Sting (remix)

Yesterday, She laughed it off
Said it was a butt call
No realizing
That when her butt calls
You answer

So fast
So quick

The simmering
Reached a boil
Peeking
Popping
Over the lid
She is more
Glory
Than she will ever know

To feel the curve
To glide along
Her form
So precious
Strong
Svelt
Wating
Longing
Calling
For your caress
Fingers grace
Draw along her supple
Firm

One hand glides
Guides
Towards her inner thigh
The other caresses her stomach
Skin
So hot
So warm
So welcoming

Touches rise
Toward
The center of her heat
So fierce
Or the supple bend
Of her glory
Rising
Desperate to feel
My touch
My desire
The arch
The lean
Back
To me
Into me

Passion drips from her lips
So sweet

I feel her burn
So strong
I long to be consumed
In her
With her
If only
For a moment

To be consumed

Ode to joy

Ode to joy

Beauty encapsulated.  Part of an orchestra.  The climax.  Written by a man so deaf... but so genius.  Concocting only from memory that which he wished to display.  Somewhere in between... he created majesty.  Love for brothers, kindred separated by war.  A war based on nothing that could divide the union. 

I saw her at the traffic light you know.  Her face golden and alight in a sun transitioning from its overhead to the radiant orange of its descending.  She had cut it short... or at least shorter.  Now it clung to her shoulders.  A sign, if anything, of limited freedom.  So limited.  But one must take it parcel by parcel if that is all that is allowed.  I had been her friend.  Friendship has a way of keeping one eye open.  But, I had been her lover.  So blind.  So desperate.  She had given me a reason, she had given me value.  She gave me joy.  But sadly, as her friend, I saw all.

I loved her.
And sometimes... she loved me.

So it goes.

She at least finally registered her marriage Stateside you know.  That means something.  I guess.  Sometimes she forgets that a friend loves you in spite of who you are. 

In the end, I found the right words and I kept them simple.  Thank you for being my friend.  Of course she ripped the card I wrote this on in half.  Thanks.

So it goes.

So it ever goes.

Regardless, blessings to you.  My beautiful one, separated by a war of your own creation.

Ode to joy my sweet.  Ode to joy.