Upon the fridge was pinned a note
In hurried hand it had been wrote
It said exactly this, I quote
'I'm joining Johnny on his boat'
No further message there was penned
My poor heart, oh it did rend
That man was far more foe than friend
I fretted how it all might end
My girl was hardly more than lass
Although she could be bold as brass
And on occasion rather crass
She had no business with that ass
I'd heard stories 'bout that man
About his off-white panel van
My face went pale, I turned and ran
Mind scrambling to make a plan
My feet flew down towards the dock
As chimes emitted from the clock
Those schemes of his, I planned to block
That boat of his would surely rock
When I arrived, the dock was bare
Neither he nor she were there
I almost wilted with despair
He'd lured her right into their lair
See Johnny was a simple fool
Passing handsome, never cruel
He often hung around the pool
Making the young women drool
But I knew where he'd take his date
A place where bad men lay in wait
Their stone-cold eyes filled up with hate
I hoped I wouldn't be too late
There was at river's mouth a place
Perched atop the high rock face
These cloaked men had made their base
That was where my feet did race
I donned a cloak and grabbed a gun
I planned to kill them one by one
Oh they'd regret what they had done
They'd not live to see the sun
The trip took longer than I'd like
The cult's lair was quite a hike
I hid in bushes, poised, catlike
Waiting for the time to strike
What I witnessed shocked me raw
Rocked my foundations to the core
My girl was there, feet on the floor
I'd never seen her look so sure
A knife in hand, she faced the men
She sliced and then she sliced again
Til blood was thick in that bullpen
She slaughtered them from one to ten
I'd never seen her move so quick
Their bodies did she nick and prick
The scarlet ground became quite slick
The last man gave a death throe kick
She turned to where I hid close-by
As if she knew my eyes did spy
'You read the note?' her voice was shy
'T'was time for these bad men to die'
I stood up and smiled at her
'My girl, of course I do concur,
I wanted these deaths to occur
I wished we'd had time to confer'
'I tried to tell you once or twice
But what's done, it should suffice'
Her eyes were hard as winter ice
'I've ended virgin sacrifice'
The dance of the Adventurer
Dancing on a precipice,
too close the edge
where thrill and danger reside and intertwine on a dangerous ledge. The full-fledged
adventurous soul, finds insurmountable pleasure in seeking this thrilling excitement of the unknown.
Though, they may very well meet their end yet they persist with hearts ablaze. They cannot resist the adrenaline rush or the kick so they go all in with every step they take. It's a leap of faith, that's required, whether they realize it or not, they have some measure of faith that they'll see another day once their dance is done.
Embracing life's challenges, and dancing to the tune of thrilling uncertainty they bathe. This is the language of the adventurer's poetic quest where they dance on the precipice of life itself.
When the World Danced with Me
Give me your hand.
Bring me to the edge of that round goodness and dangle me over that edge.
Make me question if you will let
Let the mystery of all things quiet if only for one song
where you gave me a chance to shine,
at the center of that great world that no one knows.
When the song ends, and shadows begin to creep and this round, good world seems to flatten, let me remember this moment when the world and I danced for what seemed like
Dancing During Wartime
I chose something smaller —
The point of a pin,
Not its head.
I do my jig upon it —
My dance of life
And avoid my Achilles' heel.
Flesh can be penetrated
By the density of a point,
But immortals revel there, impermeable.
It is true, we angels exist preternatural,
Contraphasic, and irrelevant
To the laws of worldly physics.
In the times when all is fair,
All other considerations fall notches
And the sages argue how many —
How many of us — can dance
On this acicular precipice,
Falls to the Turks! But — praise the Lord:
Our angel-counting is accurate.
At the Brink of Light or Dark
that has its brindle
from the dirt
in the morning
I'm on my
in the dim
of mid afternoon
with the letter, legal, or ledger
filing sheets and post it stickies
searching by rote
for a song that echos
outside... of recollection
Dancing on the precipice challenge @dctezcan
Break My Heart
Twirl along the edge with me once more,
Avoiding the abyss of sentimental words.
Take my hand and walk me to the darkness
And lean in for once more kiss, one more hug,
One more gentle graze on my cheek and look
Into my eyes with that smile I fell for years ago
And whisper those diabetic sweet nothings
Before dipping me off the precipice again.
Through an unending endeavor
Hanging on the slippery slope
Waiting for a quick pull of the lever
Will we fall, land on our feet?
Or spin infinitely into the vast universe
Perpetually echoing a fervent cry
For help to endure the very worst
This world is a hoax of twists and turns
A precarious balance of the unknown
Often murky, nothing is ever as it seems
In this life we so often bemoan
Still we trudge toward the destination
Onward through toils, tears, ice, and snow
Hope invades despite insidious despair
Driving, propelling though the step be slow
Precipitous for all that the end may be
We fight it with instinct borne in the wild
Endurance persists, taking firm root
As though, in this existence, we are beguiled
Beguiled, intrigued, and bewildered
With our many apprehensions
We stumble yet move, dancing forward
To the ultimate precipice of our ascension
Your sister lay on my lap
after we climbed the plateau.
She is sturdy but tired and
your flask hovers over her lips.
Your eyes are a deep, deep pond today,
searching the western horizon for clouds.
I stroke her hair as you once stroked mine
and her pale eyelids flutter with dreams.
The light is all shades of pink and
this is the type of place we would have danced.
I stop searching your face for comfort
and I whisper to your sister on my lap.
Don’t you know, little girl?
Your yes to one adventure
is a no to another.
Okay, so keep with me.
There was a doll made up of bits and bits of stuffing falling out and ratty cloth
And this doll, sad dull brown button eyes and all,
Was dancing rather solemnly on a garden wall.
So anyway, this tin man-
What do you mean I said doll before?
This tin man, only metal to feel, no heart or warmth at all,
Was searching for something
As he made his mechanical movements,
Slowly, oilessly, searching for moving parts where his were rusting and
This puppet had too many strings holding her, right?
I didn't say tin man, pay attention,
Keep following me.
So they dance and they dance in a little merry-go-round on this well where the only way out is down
And nobody to save them but
Common sense or gravity.
You'd think the reasonable thing would be to jump where it's 'safe', right?
When are you gonna learn that there is no safe?
Everything is insane, we choose the madness that serves us!
I watched that lizard climb up up up,
Creeping slowly and lazily with purpose and none at all
And I watched it get to the top of that wall and I
Jump without any cares- too many cares- all woes
Thrown away and I thought,
Did I just witness that thing try to kill itself or
Was that the coolest reptile I've ever seen?
Skydiving, parkour, what have you?
The thing to learn, the lesson to take away from this is nothing,
You were never really supposed to follow me unless you really really wanted to
Because I'm not here to be your guide, you are and I
Because I'm on my own precipice every day
And for every choice,
There's always more roads somewhere
With only magic and madness to follow...
Why stumble and tiptoe and be scared when you can
Do da robot
And cut those strings
And maybe even fly?
Won't know unless you step on off that thing.
Life's a merry-go-round in a tiny bit of something surrounded by a sparkly endless abyss full of somethings.
Be a lizard, buddy.
We might come apart either way.
We'll come apart either way