Everything Louder Than Everything Else
I grew up to paradise by the dashboard light learning two out of three ain't bad at a time when I was giving my love to the wolves with the red roses. Those lyrics were my life. That sweating manic impossible energy also mine. I burned through four cassettes of it in my car singing as loud as I could with the windows down racing down gravel roads letting the world eat me dust.
Later in life, I would do anything for love knowing that objects in the rear view mirror appear closer, my wasted youth, because I didn't go into the frying pan to the fire just tip toed around lief's edges without leaping in. Now I know good girls go to heaven but bad girls go everywhere else.
The rhythm of a life, my life, many lives never to be forgotten especially not the words. Such poetry delivery in tsunamis of life-sucking passion that left a man larger than life panting on the floor covered in lace to sink spent into years of illness and depression.
I lived all that too, this time with a CD. Looking for love. The real thing. Asking, pleading. Can you make me some magic with your own two hands, can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand. More importantly...can you give me something I can take home?
I knew for sure you could hose me down with holy water it I got too hot...and too after a while you'd forget everything...a brief interlude, a midsummer's night fling....and you'll see that it's time to move on. I never did that. Never moved on from that music, those lyrics, that delicious frenzy. I never will. I won't do that.
Now, so many years have passed and yet I find myself wandering down the ancient stairway, taking the steps only one at a time, following my just my heart beat now, I'm at the room at the top. The end of the line. I used this music just like a bandage, for my body a wide open wound, I can hear it raising up in my back brain now...
You said do what now?
I'm not going to put those in there with that.
I really need to stop looking for love on these fetish sites.
Convince me of love
and I'll die for you.
Actions will follow
But speak in untruths
and death will follow.
Do you have the heart
that kills innocence?
You say you’d cross the continents,
you’d catch a falling star.
You would climb the highest mountains,
then cross the desert’s heart.
You say you’d be my shining knight,
protect me from my pain,
and you say you’d slay each dragon
that ever kept me chained.
Braving the storms all alone,
fighting that I may be free.
Each feat is greater than the last,
to prove your love for me.
You rhyme off every adventure,
proudly stating your plans.
You look at me so hopefully,
though confused by my stance.
I smile softly and ask you why.
Speechless at my query.
I say I would not want you to,
your faces lines with worry.
I take your gentle hand in mine,
and then begin to speak.
“Love, for you’d I’d do anything,
but let you see me weak.”