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other than inward
alone on a dreams forgotten shore
that stray thundering sea
reached towards the sky
wind creased and folded grass,
elemental human hearts
away from pale insignificance
chime together
the fire has not vanished
silent dune blue air,
these memories will scar
and no holy intervention
can claim a dedicated tear
sigh and embrace
an eloquent arrival of intimacy
ripe silent love
ingest the once plain indifference
short breath saliva glisten
someone else can trace you
by indentation in the sand
and what sea birds say
in discordant voice
Peter O’Toole – Lawrence of Arabia (R.I.P 2013 )
This is shared from a social media site i do not own the copyright it is here as a testament to Peter O’Toole and his memory and educationally as one of the great 20th Century films
Song of the Day: Can You Dig It (by Brian Tyler)
Brian Tyler is a very talented composer
In continuing the horror detox from this past month we bring to you one of the more fun film music from this past summer’s slew of blockbusters. The latest “Song of the Day” comes courtesy of Brian Tyler’s score for Shane Black’s Iron Man 3.
The first two Iron Man films had their score composed by Ramin Djawadi and John Debney, respectively. The first score was considered one of the finer efforts in the Marvel Cinematic Universe film scores. Djawadi brought a much needed fun tone to set-up the wise-ass persona of billionaire, playboy genius Tony Stark. It also had a very metal and hard rock component to it’s sound that put into the forefront that this was Iron Man.
The second film’s score by John Debney wasn’t as well-received by fans and critics alike. Which just goes to show just how much of a misfire the middle film…
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kohler one and two
apes have insight as seen
under the soft winds of tenerife,
man as another ape
also has insight to convey and
express through brain chemistry,
we share flexible hands
that in wisconsin built ceramic wares
that ape with flexible parts
would use to dispose and hide
bodily waste
not wiped with leaves and buried,
food and the toilet
an inexhaustible amount of
links between,
we feed we shit we betray
the toilet the ape the man
intrigue of mind
not understanding what is real
correlation of brain and development
would introspection
come into play,
ceramic beauty and form
cupping arse to excrete,
apes missed out on porcelain desire
white shining cold,
yet who has developed
we watch we learn we betray
emotions significant part,
bare red ringed arse
bare flushed mating arse
under kohler one and kohler two
we have become that unshakeable
being of flesh fur behavior
dynamics of a wild innocence
that sees things so differently
as we see of each other
anthropometrics of form and mind
everything classified
as in information,
encrypted distorted betrayed
told only by the apes that lead
the higher beings
naked suited alone
without the wind
salt water in winter,
two fingers deep
secret to staying afloat,
vulva tides awash with secrecy
worn beneath cotton bedsheets
and that short black coat,
temptation and lust
a wanting beyond the
open expanse of ocean,
swell and topography,
knowing placement and feeling,
blind cartographer
left fingerprints and tongue
impressions,
beneath a wayward sun,
tremors that crawl
emotion burned nerves,
and within no hollow thrum,
with tug she guided
fold and rise
waves break over rocks
map has it’s relief
with tidal surge,
shudder and compression,
the moment when the sea becomes
translucent,
and memory of this voyage
imprinted overwriting
others lesser and shorted
Micheline an amazing artist go and visit her website and find her on twitter @artymicheline
tangier peanut butter
cloud closed eyelids
break down
frustration bites,
from the hearth of the desert
to letters written on a distant bed,
bleached warm animals move
still connected to womb,
she smelled the colors,
and aeroplane’s shipwrecked
in the sky
poured contents on golden wings,
there was a pirate sea
somewhere beyond her once
found intimacy now left,
forgotten sand buried
yellow dune sea,
hominid apes search
closed eyelids sealed
not with tears,
just a low iridescence of pain
on the weight of the wind,
she remained infirm
on the mattress
her spine left damaged footprints
yet something lifted
drunk on air
feast on breast before
dissolved with fire
palm fronds part,
as she sought his lips again
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wonderful abstractions that stimulate the mind
Merry Christmas
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Breakfast Remedy
coffee gone acrid in the pot
poured into sink,
paper folded on table by
empty breakfast plates,
i popped a warm beer
sipped that instead
i am going to the racetrack
she bent in pale nightgown
you don’t belong there
thirty dollars in the pocket
closed door went to sharp
lit Rabbit out front,
it started first time
radio sparked with static
twisted dial found a station
(you do not belong there)
i should of responded i can
do what i like but avoided
the argument,
instead it became internal
an argument with myself,
music playing
[Kansas sang this is my beginning ]
maybe it was
(i love you)
i knew she did her face expressed
it all
[Tomorrow holds my hand ]
would it really be there
conversation with her inside
me and radio increased
it irritated me that Kansas
had changed,
(don’t i make you happy)
yes you do very much
my head felt messed up
finding it hard to decipher
what was song , her or me
[Yesterday is dead and gone]
no i could not let it go
from when i first touched
her face 7 years ago
i knew
(don’t i make you happy)
she had been down and
i had been blind
[Buried in the sand ]
that was true i had placed
myself there avoiding what
[the vision stands before me ]
yes she was and i feel that
now,
i had dropped off the interstate
pulled over and wanted to
hit the steering wheel but pain
was not needed,
[and now there is nothing else ]
i hear you
i shouted at the radio,
sometimes a song can place a
reality in you,
tires bit into blacktop
turned about,
moments to return
parked at angle to sidewalk,
ran up the path to the door
opened quickly
dishes washed away
heard no radio
only her singing in the shower
shouldered open door
into steam hot mist
she startled as i took her in
my arms and held her
as if for the first time
of an eternity
Lloyd Miller Oriental Jazz
Fusing rhythm and music from different parts of the world to give an interesting blend and sound, so sit back and let it take you places the mind has not visited before
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