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