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] Date Posted: 09:48:13 11/30/07 Fri Click Link to Listen http://www.supload.com/listen?s=Q2W63MYQTNAM The Transformation I. In the piercing heat of the unfolding day we set sails for Avalon. Guided by winds we tested our fate, proving it was fragile in the desperate side-by-side of our changing lives. In the unrelenting fury of fiery dreams, we fought recklessly with our thoughts of salt and the hunger it ignites. With a blank stare you spoke of Nostradamus, defending his wrongs, protecting his rights, I moved on to Socrates and Skinner, where I survive despite myself, somewhere in-between my own beliefs and what I sell myself. When the crust of fear owned our faces when the residence of death arrived with cracked-thunder we proclaimed it was this life we so despised we surmised it was enough to explain the every single thing that danced around our darkness, until it was our EVERY THING. THEN: In the kinetic flow of the "I" of a hurricane, the calm was achieved with the tilt of a sail a different view of the same day, like a persistent sun, shining through a fog-filled memory, we danced upon our past, splashing champagne in celebration, we realized at once that love for us was meant for more than just one life. When the tail swept us from our peace we beckoned God, all the Gods that anyone has ever faith..ed, then we rocked, we rocked the sea with the clear evidence of fearless children. As your iridescent eyes held my gaze. My last thought before the passing of the storm, with the rebirth of the golden sun was of you, you, in your summer smock, wind-blown hair like a horsetail black as an eclipse, you tied lines as I lusted for a final taste of the skin beneath the cotton bronzed and shining, I praised God for our survival. We danced to avoid eye contact I couldn't take the heat behind your stare, we imprinted ourselves on each other as I quieted you with the joining of our lips. II. Years Later: I was thinking about some slut I met in Austin, how she did me how I never forgot that hour how often I've visited it in frail lonely moments, that suddenly turned horny. How I knew I could never love a whore for more than one explosion and yet cannot forget her for a lifetime. It's the irony I keep, this place that makes it all OK. I push it aside and reach for the chardonnay, chuckling to myself about the speed of those hips, the look in the eyes of a woman who knew what time was for. It's all about being honest, isn't it? this muse that runs through hot blue veins to fingertips that tap their blues until the final sigh. This second chance to live again here, with my pen I write of her. Once death is close enough to feel, to taste, to touch, speaking a mind seems hardly a struggle at all. ajs [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Mick [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 11:50:31 01/08/08 Tue Couldn't download the audio - think I might have a corrupted plugin. Regardless, this is an outstanding piece andy - thoroughly enjoyed. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Sasha [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 04:28:38 01/22/08 Tue Quot: ___________________________________ We danced to avoid eye contact I couldn't take the heat behind your stare, we imprinted ourselves on each other as I quieted you with the joining of our lips. ___________________________________ ~ WOW!!!!! I sooo love this piece of poetry, Andz... I know I've read it before but some things just get better with each read unfortunately I was unable to load the audio...not sure why it wouldn't do it I'll try again tomorrow...but I found that since I've talked to you many times I could hear you read it, as I read along...and that was cool! love whatcha do, sweet one *sleepy kiwi hugs* Sash xx  [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |