I should write

Peter Gabriel: When your falling remix 

I should write

Something

But the moon

Suddenly

Hides her face

From me

As words

Dissipate

Gentle surrender

Into the dark

Blending into the night

Leaving

Vapors trace

Whisper smoke

Bending rise

For now

I smile

I know

I see

The smile in

The slivering phase

Cautious return

I should write

Something

Passing

She
Smiles
With full lips
Smoldering
Succulent

Ripe

Waiting only
For me to pluck
The fruit
Of simmering flame
That only Awaits
The breath of life
Passing

What was it Jack?

David Bowie: Dead Man Walking Acoustic

What was it Jack

In the silent darkness

That devoured you whole?

 That diminutive point

Of light

That flashing sight

To a world

Of twisted words

Contorting truth

Into snares

Filled with dares

For sedated

Unsuspecting

Compliant fools

Whose ignorance

Was bliss as

Grease smeared fingers

Voracious gluttons

Served to stain and blot

The beauty of

Your words

The beauty of

Themselves

The simple beauty of

Beauty.

All lost

In the deafening dark

The dark

That devoured you whole

For the moment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBKFCLd6mZE = Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Franco Battiato

For the moment
Rage grows
nurtured by
A nest of lies
Irrevokable

For the moment
She hit the Gemeni
In that space
The night harbor
The silver sliver
When the soul
Is tired
When
Ghosts rise
From battles long considered over
Rise
To tear at the flesh again
and again

and again

She won
For the moment
when
In the words
Epic
collided with
Tragic
In the end
The fragmented turblence
Of
The stifled
simple

silence

She won
For the moment
unable to see
His grin
As he rose
He knew
In that moment


For in that moment
All is only for a moment

And tomorrow
Expectantly lies peeking
Over the horizon

Tiger eyes

Tiger eyes

Of her
Hidden smile
In the dark
Yet shine
As
They devour

The target
Of passion?
Or a reaction

To the animal pull
Smolder

Dance with me

His muse softly sighs

In the dark

Hidden smile

Of her

Tiger eyes

Laughing eyes

Seu Jorge: Life on Mars

 

Sun slow emergence
Rising from his dusty bed

As
Her

Laughing eyes

Still smile

In the tender reach

Across the clutter

Of the everyday

I gently hum

The song of her heart

While she

In the distracted to

Wherever

Softly

Mindlessly

Hums mine

Silent Subtext too

Bond: Pump it

 

“This is dangerous business we are in”

Muttered phrase

Muted

By mist

Heard regardless

 

For

The simmering pot

Could not be forgot

Nor it’s rising, rolling, boil 

Yet

In power primal

Lay the danger

Though

The closest distance between two points

Proved

Unbearable 

The meeting tentative

Hesitating to give

Hesitating to
Live

Til the sign

Simple soft smile

Brushed her hair back

Returning her eyes

To his vision

Reviving embers

Smoldering burn 

The silent subtext

The conversation interrupted

Had never ceased

None could hear

Nor compare

To the conversations

Carried

The unspoken

In his tender touch

Her gentle laugh

Roared

Calling to life blooms

Of the verdant gardens

In the world created by the two  

All unsaid
All unsaid

Passing crowds
Never Suspecting
The rekindled inferno
Raging in
Racing hearts

Desperate for the halted life

To start anew

Yet
Caught in the undercurrent
Pulling the two
Ever deeper
Into the silent drowning
In the passion filled sea
Of the silent subtext