So They Danced...
When The World Stopped
They waltzed, like ethereal twins deep into the broad hall
Like phantoms, into the problemed poetic, they did glide
Where atypical truths, on addiction and God, came to light
Secrets of dead lovers uncovered, 'neath death's sinewy sprawl
They danced, when the world stopped, so came the call...
Where once love was given, eventually came lustful philanthropy
Like two tit mice, they dug themselves holes, very far from reason
Burrowing their way into respect, cheating their way into treason
They, of course, became the vampires of their own circuitry
Where creativity became the drug and love became blood money...
But morphing in and out, walled far too much to bear
Like window dressing, grew more glamorously complicated
With public proposals, perfect demands, falsehoods gone unabated
With lies growing taller like the winter's wheat, an ebbing love affair
So they danced, when the world stopped, as their breasts came to bare...
In a cosmopolitan light, the game grew too lopsided and untrue
For one, or the other, to accept as untruth's cold hand of finality
So words spilled onto the page to paint their final chapter of reality
Found innocence torn asunder, all pain numbed, worn from their shoes
They danced, when the world stopped, and now, sing sweet liberty's tunes
Tunes of poetic release
Tunes of love mistreated.....
Tony Taylor
From upcoming series: "When The World Stopped"
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Very nice write Tony...brought to mind a feeling of acceptance and moving on...raking over the ashes of lost things and trying to make sense of it all...great stuff ?
Thank you MARION!!.....one of those things that I just had to write....Making sense of it all is exactly right.....but I think I've got it sorted now.....always love to hear your impressions ......hope all is well with you and yours!!.....Hugs n Smiles!!.......T xo : )
Hi Tony. It is a very interesting write with the use of dance as a great metaphor within this piece of love. Maybe a complex love?
So the story continues.....
oohh ok will read on when it appears.
good idea about doing a series.
Px?
Ah, Thanks so much PRATIBHA!!....seems like just about everything (at times) in life can be a bit 'complex'.......but eventually we figure it out because that's one of the reasons for being alive....."Seek and Ye shall find" right? Anyway, thanx again for the kind words...I always look forward to your thoughts and impressions on my work!!.....stay groovy dear poet sister!!......smiles......T xo : )
" If, you are asking, I am dancing. "
On, the ceiling, of emotional investment. At, a " T-Dance," on a lazy afternoon, when " old acquaintances " be refreshed by re-living old glories, raised by comparing present with past reflections, and attractions. Based on pursuit of vigorous energies spent on fun, and frivolity !! Away from necessary evils, and, home-grown task, to defy aging, and grading !! To, be consumed by passion, as well as passionate embrace, of reality. Within, your era, and within your scope of " Victory Dance " and grateful chance.
You, still, live " IT " up....hankering for past glories to re-visit ? And, show " that " old school OLD DOGS do not know how to let things lie. And, die !! :) :)
LISTENING TO THE MUSIC ? :) :)
Sir WATERS!!.....I thank you kind sir.......you are too kind and too humorously insightful for me to reply with anything along the lines of honest retort!! (smiles).......I can hear the music indeed!!........You are WAY cool my friend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.........T xo : )