Where would I be?
Where would I be without you?
Without you here with me,
Here with me in this lonely world,
Lonely world full of cruelty and shame.
Left crying,
Left crying in the dark to hide my pain,
My pain that you soothe completely away,
Away across the universe into the void,
The void in my life that you have filled.
Youre my soul,
Youre my soul and my happiness,
Happiness that finds me still.
In all this night.
In all this night I am lost,
I am lost in thoughts of you,
Thoughts of you that fill my mind
My mind is racing all the time.
And I am carried,
And I am carried away to paradise,
Paradise is just
Swiftly soaring souls,
enwrapped in woven wings,
reversing clouded roles,
strumming silent strings.
Stoic verse and rhyming prose,
elicit precious thoughts of those.
Belonging to each of us,
cause its something we both share.
No class, blue grass,
playing in the streets.
Guitar, bizarre,
rolling in the beats.
Belonging to each of us,
cause its something we both share.
Captivating coloured sound,
in freshly fallen rain,
filtering all around,
and echoing in pain.
Taking tightly counted votes,
highlighting solidary notes.
Belonging to each of us,
cause its something we both share.
No class, blue grass,
pl
The colour shifts in these kaleidoscope eyes,
Softer hues flushed with warm, muted tones,
Shadowy lines forming solidary figures,
Paint for me a future with you?
Waivering strains of the stradivarius play,
Lingering notes of your dulcet melody,
Weaving its spell into a sweet song,
Sing for me tomorrows enchanting refrains?
Ink streaming from a fountained tip,
Words swirling into loquacious lines,
Conveying emotions deeply rooted,
Pen for me your hearts desires?
Vibrant shades colour the scene,
A musical underscore for mood,
Hushed speeches of love,
This all makes the theatrics of us.
In the darkness when sight fails,
your exhilarating touch finds me;
being my escape that sets me free,
thoughts of the waking world derail.
Electrifying chills run their course,
igniting passion found quiescent;
soft glowing skin-inspired source
under the moons bright crescent.
Finding soft, voluptuous curves
elicits tones of pleasurable delight,
gratifying pain in a euphoric bite
shocking every fiber in my nerves.
Fingers trace satiny, glistening lips,
desire culminating in a sweet kiss
ending too soon, educing a low hiss,
resuming the beating from the skips.
Take me in your arms and hold me,
yearning for us to finally
I'm gone from this page for good.
"Big Girls Don't Cry"
Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must g
The head hauncho came out to see this one...lol
Theater:'Zombies From the Beyond'
Big things can come in small packages, or is it the other way around? "Zombies From the Beyond," James Valcq's vest-pocket musical-comedy spoof, is a dizzily mixed argument either way, as directed and choreographed for Trafford's Theatre Factory by Jeremy Czarniak, a veteran of the show's 1995 off-Broadway debut.
A two-hour parody of early TV sci-fi, the campy, slapdash story is set in 1955 Milwaukee (i.e., "beer town"), in the control room of a space exploration program. Maj. Malone, assistant Rick and Prof. Corbett are trying to photograph distant planets,