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.