MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17The band kept going. They went from place to place and it took around a month or more. It was a long tour. The band had already been on their places and played their music and concert.It had been long weeks with fans who yelled out their names and lots of fame without any rest. The sad thing was that the band had seemed to forgotten about what happened a week earlier. Murdoc and 2D didn't fight or speak to each other at all. They stayed quiet and did their "work" instead. They only focused on the music and the concert. Noodle and Russel didn't bother at all. They just felt glad that the two guys finally stopped fighting for a while. Sure 2D and Murdoc fought a little but that didn't turned out much worse at all. And without knowing it the tour was over and the band could finally go home to Kong studios again. The bassist sat in the driver's seat and stared at the road with half opened eyes. He had waited so long to finally get home again. It was early in the morning as usual when theyMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222D stretched himself a little and groaned as he felt his neck hurt. He had been tired of this entire photo taking and posing for today. The clothes he was wearing was killing him too. The outfit he was wearing was a black tight jacket and black jeans. He also had a black tie and a black hat. The girls had almost the same out fir but had skirts and diadems instead. They did some sort of fashion collection of some sort of office clothing. 2D and the girls had to get ready for the next shot so they were just in the middle of getting their makeup put on and get their hair styled. 2D didn't wanted so much of it and got the chance to sneak away to get some water before he would pose for the collection. Just as everything were about to get settled Amelie came running in high speed yelling in French. Everyone around the place got confused and looked at each other. 2D only raised an eyebrow since he didn't understand a word of what she said. Amelie ran up to 2D and put her papers on the table iMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 15The morning after was horrible. It was like everyone had a hangover. Well at least Murdoc had a real hang over. He always drank so much. The others wondered if he's organs had started to rot by this time. Russel had spent the whole last day on his room talking to Del. His best friend could always help him with problems and cheer him up. Russel missed the time when his friend still lived. Noodle had sleep so bad that she almost couldn't keep her eyes open. 2D had lots of problem with keeping himself calm. He had spent the half night to clean up the blood after Murdoc's and Therese's fight. (Little too dramatic eh?). None of them said anything at the breakfast table. They didn't even say good morning to each other. The band had their last concert tonight on this place before they would keep going. The four band members sat all quiet and ate their breakfast slowly. Suddenly the silence broke when Noodle noticed a scratch on Murdoc's cheek. It was from where Therese had hit him. She askedMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 16The night slowly turned into morning. The sun rose over the hotel and the first one who woke up was the bassist. Murdoc hadn't got much sleep at all. He hadn't got any damn sleep at all since he came here! Murdoc groaned and rubbed his black messy hair. He rose from the bed and stretched a little. He could hear some small creaking sounds from his neck and he groaned deeply. Today it was only packing and driving on the bands list. Murdoc didn't bother to get dress or brush his teeth. He walked around in the room and started to collect his things that lay all over the floor. The room looked like a bomb had exploded in there. The bassist chuckled when he imaged the cleaner's expression when he or she saw the mess the bassist had left after him. Murdoc didn't have to bother so much about his clothes since he didn't changed clothes that often. And he now realized that he had felled asleep in his black jeans. He didn't care if he had worn them for almost three days in row now. It was how heMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 192D woke up early the next morning all tired without any sleep at all. He hadn't got much sleep at all since he read the message he got from Noodle the last night. He groaned as he rubbed his hair and forced himself out of the bed. He was going to take photos for the new collection today. The blue haired singer didn't felt for it at all. 2D went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. After that he watched himself in the mirror for a while. He didn't bother that much of his reflection like the girls always did. They went crazy if they discovery a pimple or that their makeup were messed up. 2D shrugged and then got dressed. He didn't care about eating breakfast and instead walked out on the balcony. He stared out over the town and sighed. He thought about Noodle's message again. She seemed to miss him very much. 2D felt bad for leaving her without even say good bye. Noodle was like his little sister after all. But yet the singer couldn't go back. He had been gone for a long while and if hMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 21Back at the car park at Kong studios Russel had just helped Murdoc to get up on his legs and dragged him to the car. They needed to get to the airport and get Noodle back. Russel had even tried to make Murdoc drop the damn frying pan he had swing around with after poor Cortez. Russel was so damn tired of this all. He gave the bassist a slap across the face to make him stop acting like a moron. Murdoc had just shook his head a little before he started chuckle and talk a lot of crap again. Russel sighed and grabbed the car keys from Murdoc's Winnebago and unlocked the bassist's new car. Russel blinked at the bassist who only chuckled.MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russel: Who will drive?
Russel: Stupid question Get in!
Murdoc: Just make sure to kill us on the way Russ.
Russel: Shut up! Just get into the damn car!
Murdoc and Russel got into the car and put on the safety belt. Murdoc had brought a can of beer with him and opened it while Russel drove away from Kong studios. Russel glared at M
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18How long had it been? Three months? Three, almost four months since 2D left Kong studios. The whole place wasn't the same at all without the blue haired singer. He was a part of the place. He was a part of the band. He was a big part of their FAMILY. None of the band members had the feeling to do anything. Noodle had spent the most of her time by looking out through the window like a puppy that waited for its owner to come home and play with it. She had waited like crazy for several hours every day for the singer to come back. Sometimes when she wasn't looking through the window every fifth minute she used to walk into the singer room and lay down on his bed. She used to fall asleep there and later the drummer had to come and pick her up and carry her back to her own room. Russel felt horrible to see the poor girl suffer like that. He had tried his best to make Noodle feel better. He always used to walk up to her and ask her how she felt and suggested different things they could do togMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gorillaz - The pocky gameNoodle: HURRY UP 2D-KUN!Gorillaz - The pocky game in Short Stories More Like This
Noodle yelled out the words high as she dragged 2D after her. 2D and Noodle had been out for shopping during the afternoon. 2D had been looking for a new zombie movie but he almost already had everyone and he thought that the new one's sucked. Noodle had been looking for clothes that would fit her taste but she hadn't found anything either. After awhile they still hadn't found anything at all. 2D suggested that they should go back to the jeep and go back home. Noodle agreed and followed him. When they were halfway back to the car they passed an Asian shop. Noodle's eyes widen and she quickly grabbed 2D's hand and dragged him towards the store. She told him to hurry up so they could get in faster. 2D flinched in shock as Noodle dragged him into the shop and ran through the shelves in high speed. He didn't even have the chance to ask her what she would buy before she let go of his hand. He yelped as he accidently flew into a shelf nearby. He shook his
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the bare nipple. Small suckling sounds were made as she heartily drank, her eyes closing. Her hunger pains disappeared quickly as she got a good amount of breast milk. "Mhaah." Lucinda pulled away and started whining quickly. 2D grimaced. "Now now, Jus' wait a minute.." He picked her up and burped her, making the whining stop.
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls night gown, and a Pikachu plushie. Russel shopped for himself, so he didn't need to get anything for him. While the singer was pondering his gift decisions, he hadn't notice Murdoc right in front of him and nearly bumped into him, hadn't it been for Murdoc putting a hand on his shoulder first. "Wo-Oh! 'ey M
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11~~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
White Sunday 335: legacyI do not know what my legacy will be:White Sunday 335: legacy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cautionary tale of failure
or a soaring epic of love and destiny.
It is sometimes troubling that the future
is not mine to command, but I handed
all my fate to you, sealed oils
of arcane visions and herbs, blended
to make pigments for the patient toils
of one who loves, without condition,
without doubt. For I know my soul.
But my legacy will be permission
from what you alone control,
your heart. Fragile and fierce, blind
am I to your purposes and mysteries,
but bound by words both selfish and kind
to remain a part of histories
that you alone have the freedom to write,
for I am given and gone, I have leapt
into a space between the day and the night
and the vision of my fate is, in your hands, kept.
I know no way to love other than this.
I am a mighty soul and a powerful mind.
But I have released it all to you, a kiss
of urgent, argent dreams, I tie my bind
and satisfy my yearning in silent cants
that may never see the eyes of
White Sunday 328: barter for legendas through our dance I goWhite Sunday 328: barter for legend in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's not an easy row I hoe.
you're worth it, though.
you told me so.
and of such barters are legends born.
was Aphrodite as beautiful? were her eyes explosions
of light and life that summoned metaphors of distant stars,
in a scale and tale of rebirth beyiond the ken of men
who see nothing of the truth, as a fool cannot tell
diamonds from broken glass. you are worthy of song,
of poetry, of blind artists weeping their limits that such a muse
can only be derived in the words and works of others.
I have taken myself away from the butterflies and banshees,
frail delights of colour and dark creatures of prophecy and sound
that once abounded in my tapestry. I am content to have spent
nearly a decade in a prison of self-immolation, waiting,
if not always patiently, at least purposefully, for your tongue
of flame to make flow the blood in ancient veins again,
giving flesh to the golem and fire to the phoenix.
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and claythe sound of gears and stone in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world
pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts
the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
brave and honest heartsbrave and honest heartsbrave and honest hearts in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
never scare me
always dare me
to find as much love as I can
and set the firmament afire
desire burning through the wire
like an electric kiss
that misses the mark but parks
in orbit around your soul
elliptical and sometimes shaded
but never faded
I'm not afraid of love
what are you so afraid of
more than ghosts in the graveyard
where I'd gladly dance with you
even at midnight
so that all our old lovers can hover
powerless and flowerless
they made such a mess
and left us to clean up afterwards
but I'm a fast learner
and my afterburner
burns beyond blue white light
and in the night
that's better than a few words mumbled
when thoughts get jumbled
and it is time to see
if lips are for more than spit and kisses
as the steam hisses
and the jasmine tea you promised me
like poetry on a page you ignore
until you get to explain to the children
what you were afraid of
because I'm not that scary
dancing in the graveyard
and calling out the hesitat
Mandela's ChariotIn silence your chariot approaches. Bright light, a piece of heavens.Mandela's Chariot in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A man of destiny, a prince, grandfather of his nation, returns home
to the heavens that birthed him. A moral authority, of grace and peace
who helped lay aside the chains of oppression with a soft laugh and guiding hand.
Your ride home is here, not to the village where you took first breath,
but to the heavens where your soul was forged to change the course
of a people, a nation, a world and the history that is to follow. Relax,
enjoy the ride home, knowing that you have sown well the seeds of peace.
Madiba, you are a leader who did not need a gun or threats of terror,
but lead by simple moral authority, not so simple in this graceless age.
Twenty seven years in the stone belly of the apartheid beast, released
to forgive his jailors for the betterment of all, rising above fear and hate.
Once around the sun and then back into the heavens, Mandela rides proud
and the angels line his route home, his chariot carrying evi
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving like a kitten. The two continue to grapple on the floor and any other time Kavinsky would love to watch but really...
"Franck." He claps his hands once. The younger man and his familiar look up at the zombie. "If you and your pet monster are done blowing each other you think you could come help us already?"
When Gaspard's friends turned into
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned? in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't expecting what he found.
"Xavier, what are you doing up here?" He pushed the door to Xavier's room open to see the shorter man standing shakily with his back to him. His shoulders were rigid and his arms were out slightly, he was trying his damnest to maintain balance. Slowly, the brunette turned to him, head moving before feet, one foot going achingly
Incubus Preview"Thank God you've come."Incubus Preview in Short Stories More Like This
Gaspard certainly hadn't been expecting that though it was appreciated. The other man didn't sound like he was joking, which would've been understandable since Gaspard was a man of the cloth after all, indeed he actually sounded a bit grave. Gaspard watched as immediately after the man opened the door to him he quickly walked into the kitchenette. Gaspard quietly closed the front door to the small house and joined his new landlord. The other man, shorter than Gaspard and a little heaver, hastily straightened some papers and held out a ring of two keys.
"They open the front and the sliding glass doors over there. One's a spare, obviously." He gestured to the other side of the room after Gaspard took them, into the living room area where two sliding glass doors led out onto a screened off back porch. Gaspard could see a retention pond and plenty more houses beyond them. "And this" The man slid a few sheets of paper and a pen to him on the counter th
the courtshipUpon this skin he slipsthe courtship in Free Verse More Like This
Hushed in enchantment
Soothing valleys of lamplight and fire
A touch of rainbow whispers
And a fairy's sigh
Come upon this moonlights kiss
To ravage in gentility
For I am yours
And within this night of eternal spark
We become rain
To arouse a life
Lost within a tribal drumming
Feel me and you will know our song
the giftI want to speak of himthe gift in Free Verse More Like This
In the ways
That no one else has known him
To hold the thundering pulse of the mountain that he is
To stand before the sun
To burn in its shadow
To understand "painless" when coveted in his heart
These visions are the skin of his dreams
And they feed endlessly
As the droplet that becomes the trickle
That bleeds from the river to the sea
I know of no other breath
Of no other definition of freedom
He is my sonnet
My poet of laughter
And in my letter addressed to eternity
There lies my second chance
To sleep within the grace
Of his awakening dawn