Deep in the beat no dancing life
can two-time a mystical mind
or side step possessed duality
in the swing and sway of light energy
unbound by the laws of attrition
in this period of transition.

One, two, three, and something new
disturbs the rhythm and blues
and the “pretty/pretty” dancer in me
surrenders into a scream
the past offbeat and lustful tunes
played to death by tenuous views.

Come drummer, guitarist, singer of soul,
and the dancer is cast a lonesome role
in love’s amazing but easy quickstep
because no one can quicken footsteps
when heart in slow-time decides
to deny love’s ardent desire.

Thus to life and the music unheard;
the lustful dance undeterred
misses love’s corners and bends
in the throes of modern day trends
and the dancer bows out defeated,
her energy now depleted!

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• Shattered dreams

Tomorrow perhaps when the body undone
from the bone and muscle that keeps it upright
the pieces that lie at the base of a life
will be as dust discarded and gone.

And then, and then, no need to bend
and a woman, a man, can know of no trial
that forced them to kneel and sweep to the side
the broken and shattered dreams of the time.

They lie silent and seemingly dead to the turn
of one who now knows to overstep love
but always a step too large for the frame
can topple a steadfast and steady resolve.

Knowing that, knowing that, it’s like I can be
a bubble that floats ever nonchalantly
above the now shattered and spent
many, so many, remembered dreams.

But bubbles … oh, damn, they’re so very fragile
and don’t know how to align themselves
with steel inlaid concreted balls
that roll over love as if not even there.

And the drawing board calls to creative endeavour
but I know I’m the board, the creative, and all
that ensures safe passage over shattered dreams!

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