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Written: September 16, 2023
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In the dilatory embrace of midnight dance,
Amid gloom and shadows, we bore a chance.
Akin to a pyre of passion, the tango did ignite,
As our souls entwined, an epic cosmic sight.
Crestfallen souls sought solace in rhythm dance.
Two forfeited souls decry their trance.
In the nebulous world of dreams,
Our love gleamed through moonbeams.
We wandered the night with each diaphanous stride.
Mist In a desultory ritual, we waltz by side and pride.
The midnight hour whispered secrets untold,
As the magic of the moment began to unfold.
Inveigled by the enchantment of the night,
Our bodies moved in wanton delight.
A collocation of our bodies, a harmonious blend,
Creating a symphony only love could intend.
In the inane ails of the world, we decry respite,
As the rhythm of the tango set our spirits alight.
But amid canorous sound and shimmering stars,
A chimera of doubt cast its shadowy scars.
Inhale life into our dance, we dared to believe,
Our passion is beyond what they perceive.
Akin to gossamer threads, delicate and fine,
Our love drew words across the cosmos, divine
The ruling of a raw sun born from our embrace,
Beshrew qualms, that love would never efface.
In the clangor of doubts and the caterwaul
Of skeptics who denigrate, we stood tall.
Our compassion was the most potent force,
Nurturing us through life's winding course.
With every haul, we scorned the night,
In a dance that shimmered with cosmic light.
Until the stars start to drip and gleam,
A canvas created, a passion supreme.
Words whispered softly, in the midnight air,
Blaring a love that was beyond compare.
An Angel falls
and no one hears,
the devil watches
and licks in sneer
Mute in this form
she called to god,
now bound to earth
a mortal outlawed
Drifting on sands
she waits,
for what life holds
or fates
A unicorns breath
shimmered her hair,
the cream of milk
in her skin so fair
The dark of night
touches her eyes,
the fathoms run deep
to other times
Drifting in robes
of saffron clouds,
her feet do whisper
in her night prowls
Listen real close
and you may hear,
the footsteps of angels
passing you near
As the sands of life
this angel waits,
for heaven to save
or death to grace
November Kisses
November kisses arrive in the sunset
Lips ever sweet flutter soft on my skin
Lost in the sigh of a ending day whisper
Sharing a moment about to begin
There in your eyes is my first glimpse of heaven
Calling me into the depths of your soul
Fueling the fire of an unending passion
Sending affection beyond all control
You in my arms shines a moonbeam encounter
Shadows at play as we stroll through the trees
Stopping a while under star shimmered visions
Cool the caress of the chilled autumn breeze
Here all alone ‘neath the branches a’ swaying
Longing your touch on a night just like this
Floating on echoes of heartbeat affections
Patiently waiting your November kiss
Good night Soupers
She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath
With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods
Crushing lilies glazed with mud
Scraping roots and pounding thuds
On muddy fronds, on fallen logs
Colors drained by tyrant fog
The moon was new, completely hidden
Concealed with leaves, the stars forbidden
And the air was nothing, a blackened ink
It smelled of death, a sulfur stink
When she grew tired, deprived of might
She settled down and prepared to write
From underneath her pitch black sleeve
Slid out a golden glowing beam
She penned a page with gentle flicks
The page burned up like candle wicks
The mud and wilted roots dissolved
Water shimmered from the rays above
Endless pages could not describe
What her twinkling eyes imbibed
How curious, though…
She held up her pen,
Another wick burned
And darkness again!
She dipped her feet in the empty pool
Still, relaxed, calm and cool
She noticed spiders in their webs
Sleepy tadpoles in mossy beds
She heard the life of owl’s hoots
Bats crunching their sweet vibrant fruits
Maybe most would be displeased
But as she heard the rustling leaves
She realized it only had one wrong
It was her—!
She must learn to get along!
“I shouldn’t force it to suit me”
She said and commenced her journey
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Then, she grew drowsy and rubbed her eyes
Lowering beside the sleeping tide
Her hair was brushed with magic breeze
Her eyes were softly veiled with leaves
The wind rocked her to gentle sleep
Finally lost, she was free~
"No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky."
- Llewelyn Powys
Tonight it seems as if moonlight sings
and stars surround her in nocturnal musings.
Would that I were an angel with feathered wings,
I'd fly to bask within the golden light of her haloed rings
I stood in awe of her without askance
Mesmerized by the sight as if I was in a trance
Agasp of the night's celestial beauty with each glance
I imagined they were enjoying their cotillion with a dance
Suddenly a shooting star took the stage
in a solo ballet, it's swan song earned with age
Brilliantly it gleamed with flames as if it was in a rage
I was breathless watching it glow, then its death to assuage
From shadows, I quietly observed them tonight
watching the heavenly gems shining ever so bright
as the moon glimmered and stars shimmered their light
I was amazed by the magnificence of the breathtaking sight
She had a languid demeanor as all eyes were upon her.
Her face like porcelain, never allowing a smile to occur.
Along the red carpet she gracefully stepped slowly,
Not considering others, as if she felt them somehow lowly.
An elegant gown draped over her perfect goddess like form.
On such an icy night, it was hardly designed to keep her warm
Her delicate hands were pale, fingers slender, nails pearly.
She was not a minute late, nor even a minute early.
Pausing for a camera shot, she took a pose utterly divine.
Her ruby red lips caught the light as they shone like wine.
Raven hair shimmered caught by the cameraman’s flashes.
Her blue eyes beguiled, with the languid flutter of lashes.
Ushered to her seat, she failed to acknowledge anyone.
Many engaged in conversation and many drinking having fun.
She spoke not a word. Still no smile from her beautiful lips.
The wine poured, she raised a glass and took tiny sips.
When a question was directed to her, she answered politely.
Obvious she felt otherwise concerned or discomfort slightly.
Her undeniable beauty, that she must be adored, belied her.
Reason for the languid demeanor, the empty chair beside her.
As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comments to keep the situation wierd. Their distraction technique was working, but they knew they couldn’t linger. Gus looked at Penney, who farted
again, because his berating look, lingered.
Gus inserted the key into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the door swung open to reveal a new challenge: a room filled with sparkling lights and a shimmering floor that looked like a galaxy of stars. Hanging above were various musical instruments—an odd assortment indeed, from ukuleles to maracas to instruments of torture and bdsm.
“This place is amazing!” Penney exclaimed, her spirits lifted by the sensory overload. “But how are we going to solve the next puzzle?”
Suddenly, a loud thud reverberated from the room they had just escaped. Michael's voice boomed through the door. “You can’t hide forever, Penney! I’ll get you, I'll get you a free bus ride to Butler Pennsylvania!”, it blurted.
“Time’s running out!” Gus said as a tingle of panic shot through him. “We need to make music together!" Penney's eyes lit up. "Maybe that’s the key!”
Gus dashed to the nearest instruments. Penney a bit bummered out, grabbed a maraca while Gus took hold of a be-dazzling tambourine. With an improvised beat, they tapped and shook, creating a rhythm that filled the room. Just as they began to lose themselves in the music, the room responded; the walls shimmered brighter, and notes floated into the air, intertwining with the delicate air raisin like sounds they created.
Suddenly, the floor lit up, revealing a beautiful pattern that corresponded with their tune. It was clear now—they needed to hit the right notes to unlock the next door. They took a deep breath and focused.
With every shake and strum, they gradually deciphered a melody, one not only full of life and attention but filled with intention—an anthem of escapism against Michael’s looming threat. As the final note echoed, a door on the opposite end of the room slid open.
An empty trance – part 6
He stood before the arching glass
as if by angel’s breath was blown
Her beauty lives though she may pass
of any goddess he had known
From there within a pocket slight
retrieved a vial of liquid blue
and raised it up into the light
so glistened in enchanted view
Upon his staff the gem it shone,
an emerald green did flood the room
Now closed his eyes in shimmered tone
with words now spoken, dark of gloom
“Return this beauty to her form
of daisy rush and willow feel
To cleanse the soul of poisoned storm
and sorrows cast as to reveal”
Into the chamber came the king,
he stumbled slowly to her side
“Dear Shaman let your magic sing,
without her love my heart has died”
The sorcerer he cast no glance,
unfazed in stoic manner seen
“She lives still in an empty trance
not hell nor heaven, in between”
“Our time is till the setting sun
For on that hour all is lost
As spirits call the precious one
A beckoning of lifeless cost”
He raised the vial, tilting so,
upon his fingers several drips
Again the gem topped staff did glow,
then place the liquid on her lips
“This can not be,” his salted ply
“She does not stir, she does not breathe,
As darkness wanders towards the sky
In amber moments to perceive
He placed a hand upon her head
to summon fact with tethered scan
“Where be the flask, her poisoned bled?”
A sentry set it in his hand
Last night we went to a caffeine dance-music rave.
It’s a wellness variation on clubbing where there’s
no alcohol. It was accelerated and ‘K-pop’ infused,
people in pastels of pink, turquoise, and chartreuse.
Imagine our favorite, legal, psychoactive substance,
rendered in a hundred mocktail flavors, midnight-mango,
pink-flamingo (cotton candy), sour-apple and Dream sickle.
Cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots
- can you feel it? A hundred people, juiced and loose,
energized and emotionally unbound.
The unity of movement is a caffeine improvement.
It was appetite, performance and pleasure at once.
The air smelled clean, sweet and sharp
and we were feeling a bit sharpened too.
The crowd roared, like hungry lions,
when the right song upped the mood.
We seemed to glide, like sprites
the night shimmered with flashing lights
- these feels went on all night.
Modern joys involve curated sensations,
heavily branded, with controlled stimulations.
Call it spiritual experience paired with self-management
- yes, we got sugar-rushed and genuinely intoxicated -
but a thin varnish of moral superiority came with participation.
Did I mention that the ‘new clubbing’ is hangover free?
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Songs for this:
Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russell
Pull Up by Collect 200
He's awake in the day and night's nothing new
The sleepless man watches it all unlike the ordinary few
He's well aware of the chirping of birds and the noises of crickets
He knows the secret of knight of the night, he doesn't wear a shining armor
The knight crawls beneath the surface of the dreams of ladies- fatherless, loveless
He watches the dawn and the dusk, he knows the smell of the mist and husk
Though he kept a tooth under his pillow, his faith upon the tooth fairy ran shallow
He dreams of being able to dream one night, to close his eyes yet be blessed a beautiful sight
Eyes of the beholder were bored even of nature's wild canvas
But beauty rested upon a yonder damsel.
She shimmered with dusk’s last gold and dawn’s first silver.
Her moonlit eyes spoke tender tunes that even the morning birds grew envious of.
Her song felt like a cushioned cradle shaped perfectly for him alone.
Her presence was so graceful it tucked him in warmth—
elegant, gentle, subtle.
And humming to that tone, the sleepless man surrendered to eternal slumber.