you lie – so sweetly – so softly – gentle as a baby’s touch -
sweet as coconut milk drank in the shade of its mother’s tree -
lie as cooly as death at the latest hip joint in hollywood -
you lie as tenderly as you kiss me – darkling of my own deliberately
blind eye – you lie – but i am afraid of the truth which you delay.
without
skates on a warmer saturday afternoon. much laughter ensued and i was
eventually told to come over and play instead of taking pictures…
ice kisses softly received before the sun
rises.keep me warm when the heater is broken. chords haphazardly
played. neck to navel hold me close. butterfly touches. and the day is
done.
-by twistedmister-
July 24, 2003
Only the embers remain to remind of the fire that past over so quickly that the grass was not touched brown. Yet between the blades, ashes fall grey by green, smoke left leaves a haze barely seen by the unwary eye in the freshness of spring.
From such days and nights stories begin and these small deaths fertilize the life so many take for granted. a distant glimmer of blue can be easily overlooked and passed over as a commonplace object and true love has been spurned for lack of better timing. The need for magic has never been so desperate yet the unwillingness to believe has never been quite so earnest.
She moves quietly on the street. People she passes look up startled at the person who passes them by. Her footstep is quiet but not hesitant. The darkness in her eyes in matched by the lightness and determination found in her step. She will come as your lover, but not as your friend. She carries your deepest secrets with her as she leaves, but with no backward glance. You may beg her to stay, command her to leave, and when she does depart, it is with security and ease. Her look is self assured, her laugh full and unhindered.
He turns as she passes him by in the square. There are musicians banging out rhythms, their coffers begging for a dollar. He tries to pay her no attention; she is not beautiful or remarkable. Yet her presence cannot be but noted and he longs to ask her to stay. No courage there.
They walk by, completely oblivious to the rest of us. We may watch but not participate, cannot ask them questions or wait to hear their answers. It is privileged company that they seek and in that company they are.
It is not midnight, it is not early evening either. the trees sway in the quiet breeze and orion holds court in the sea above. They are gathered around a few plastic tables outside on the gravel patio. The stereo placed in the windowsill blares rhythms and blues while there are stories told and jokes exchanged.
Bright obnoxious pink is not flattering on anyone.
I was thinking about what you said the other night and I agree. I think that when I know that someone cares for me deeply I do or would do the same thing. I’m afraid I would shred their hearts simply to watch them bleed.
She tried to look him in the eye, but the shadows barred them from view
I know you do.
-pause-
Define open-minded.
She could not progress from a certain train of thought, several characters refused to leave her side. It was not through lack of distraction or things to do. It simply appeared that maybe she had not sufficiently dealt with the issue at hand.
To watch the days go by it cannot be stressed enough that it is not sufficient to simply watch them pass but to also completely partake in the inherent chaos.
-pause-
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition, man is the only being who knows he is alone.
Octavio paz
The heart has its prisons that intelligence cannot unlock.
Marcel jonhandleau
I’ve never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down.
Virgil Thomson
-pause-
for one single moment
in time
all immortals stopped
to watch
a soul purge itself
upon
the waiting watery
depths
below.
The sleeping world awaited in unconscious anxiety for time to end and the bell to ring.
In her head the dark wind howled about her as she pressed onward toward an uncertain destination. The struggles that loomed about her were as boundless and reckless as the tempest that raged about her and there appeared no end to the battle that she was engaged in. perhaps it showed, perhaps it did, for no one approached her as she sat in the over crowded studio. Surrounded by the prattle of her peers. Perhaps its showed in her eyes, dark and moody, glowing infinitesimally in the light of the crisp freshness of early fall.
When played skillfully, even simple scales sound beautiful.
-pause-
The conclusion has hit me several times, that it is too hot to even make love.
A very large part of quantum mechanics is the concept of spin
And the men who came up with it took it to Lorenz a very famous physicist
He looked at it and said it looks alright
I guess you can publish it you’re young enough to ruin your lives
Turned out they were right
Turned out they were right
So keep dreaming
~From em
-pause-
Feel your soul decay, each day you walk in
Feel the essence die,
Feel me leave
You rest your soul to keep
And I leave you
Leave leave leave
Absconded.
Oh feel the heat rise.
end.
there was a band out in harvard square today, freshers getting toasted, and an old man dancing on top of a trash can. the night was crisp and pleasant, the atmosphere relaxed. elderly danced with the young, all of us letting go and doing the twist as sober as sober can get. instead of venturing into the dark and drunken depths of johnharvards, we stayed in the moonlight, moved with the ease and comfort that exists between people who sincerely enjoy each others company and laughed at the show. a security guard commandeered the mic and gave a rendition and a show that we will be coming back to see next weekend. he moved, hell he jived, he swung his hips, his voice grated, and if you closed your eyes, you could hear the rhythm of the carribean moving in his soul.
I have always found it to be incredibly sad when people refuse to dance because they cannot dance. Who the hell cares? I love it when people without an ounce of rhythm will come out with friends and we will all make fools of ourselves, but together, and there is a joy in that, a joy that comes with letting the music ride you, to let go of the self consciousness that hinders. To say fuck you to the people who give a damn because they are afraid of being judged, so they judge first.
Come dance with me…
Let the music flow from the tips of your weary soul to the soles of your tired feet. Enjoy it. The beat the laughter. I don’t understand people who do not like music. Who refuse to try something new.
Don’t pretend. I expect honesty. Not a façade. I do not care for coolness. I do not give a damn about your clothes. Your haircut. The gel in your hair. Showers I will admit are a good thing and you should take them. But. Ive seen so many people try to be deep or intellectual or try to make you give them something “real”. Bullshit all. If all that affects you today is that your feet hurt. Then hells bells. Your feet hurt. You can say so. I will be interested. People should be able to shoot the breeze with each other.
We are trying to find people to fill a spot in our house. So many come in and see that hey, these people seem intelligent, so they give some nonsense about all they read is the new yorker, or to try to talk about how to rid the world of famine etc. what they fail to realize is that yes, we talk about serious matters at times, but we also sit around and watch south park and rip on each other as often as possible.
The night stirs. Another hour in the moonlight and then to bed with me..
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?
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