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Dance Oh you Beautiful soul, dance!

Today I danced, in the car with Suzy driving, in the parking lot of the safeway, with a nasty, naughty swing to my hips when I walked, chest forward, impling promises of delights unimagined and oh, by all the gods did I need to dance.  I danced on webcam for a good friend who seemed amused and pleased by my wiggling and then I taught the basic hip roll to my roommate Tabbi, getting a little caught up in it and losing myself to the music!

Oh how I need to dance, like I need to sing, like I need air to breathe, cutting this part off of me leaves me aching and crippled.  From now on I shall dance, I will close my eyes and let the beat of a drum spin me off to a world where the aches vanish and the cruel things of the world are flung off me like at tornado speeds. My arms will move and my hips will pop and roll and my stomach will flux and I will be free again, inside myself. In the rapture of the dance I am neither thin nor fat, skilled or novice. I just am and I will dance and be free.

I invite you to watch, better yet, I invite you to the dance, take my hand, close your eyes and move to the beat of the drums or the beat of the drum in your heart. Forget what others think or how bad or good you are at it.  Take my hand. Dance with me.

Run

Run

as fast as you can

Run

till it hurts to breathe

Run

til you ache in your soul

Then look behind you

because I am there

I am coming

and my rage

it is nothing to be trifled with

mountians have fallen

hearts have broken

bridges I have burned them

and never looked back

so 

Run 

I'm coming.

Quiet Now, Don't Wake the Beast (Oct 29 2011)

Need so great it transends time, draws me nearer to you in spirit if not body. Hands that don't (do) touch skin they've never touched. Aching for release, with (in) (around) each other. Running, running so fast that if maybe I don't stop the desire will be left behind. Teasing fingers from a ghost of you on me and it catches up again. I want. I need. I swell with desire in places damp from longing and an oh so quiet groan escapes my lips as my own hands wander where yours have left marks that almost burn on my soul, my skin.  Yours, I am yours and I melt at the thought of release at your demand.

Wildflowers (Friday Oct 21st 2011)

I still love you

but I fear being near you

wound with a touch

bruise with a word

a whispered dream of hope

brings down crashing waves of dispair

I reach for you

finding only your ghost

lost here, drowning

in a tidal wave of love

and pain

and neglect

yet I hold on

determined thing that I am

always dreaming of you, of me

and wildflowers.

Tattoo (Aug 11 2011)

She stands, in the dark, waiting, soon they would come for her.  They draw  her out by one hand, she steps in to the circle, lit only by precarious candle light, her hair a mass of dreads the color of a late summer sunset piled on her head and her skin glowing golden in the flames embrace, her back to the assembled watchers and she begins to dance.  Tall and lithe, she begins to undulate, the movements of her hips bringing to life the image tattooed on her lower back. Peering close you can’t seem to focus on it, can’t make out quite what exactly it’s supposed to be.  A sea creature or perhaps something more sinister and as she dances the room darkens and the image seems to almost be alive.  Outside, in pulsing time to the sway of her hips the ocean begins to surge and dark, formless things begin to rise from its depths.  A lone fisherman peers from his boat and sees what later he swears can’t have been real, towers and turrets rising from beneath and things so oddly shaped that he can’t later remember what he saw and when forced screams in terror in his sleep for weeks.  The sky above pulsates to the rhythm of the sea, a primal beat from the dawn of time itself and is rent asunder, stars vanishing from view while more shapeless things drop to the earth and begin to prowl the streets.  A strange fog envelops the town below and muffled screams break the silence of the night.  The drum pounds out like a bestial heart and the waters ripple faster, something larger, so vast the mind can’t encompass it surges forward and all but the throbbing beat go silent in anticipation, fear so deep and thick that it can be tasted on the lips of lovers, sleeping unaware in the dark.  Her dance spirals faster, her hips gyrating faster and faster, arms and eyes and teeth flashing in the semi-dark then finally, collapsing in a heap on the floor, glancing up, panting and covered in a sheen of moisture.  The night trembles, waters heave and the images and forms half seen pause as if taking a breath, perhaps waiting for some yet unheard signal from the room above.  Then they take her hand and lead her away, back to her corner. The stars reappear and the seas calm, another night, another time, another place and the girl with the Cthulhu tattoo.

Holy Hell the old blog is moved

That only took forever.  Some stuff I wrote this past week coming up. Part of a Novel I'm working on will show up here too.  I do hope people are reading this, though I'm good with talking to myself too :D